Locusts
The sound encompasses me
It is deafening
Hundreds of wings moving air
Creating a noise similar to tires on the highway
Or the rushing of water
Multitudes
Emerging from the ground
Born only to eat and then die
Ravaging all that they touch
Trying to satiate a hunger they cannot
Pushing forward
Unaware of the hopelessness
Driven by a purpose carried deep within their DNA
I could learn from the locust
I can learn to pause
I can learn to be intentional
I can bear in mind the cause and effects of my actions
In this way I may satiate a hunger in a way that heals me.
