Moonlit Chowder

Moonlit chowder cooking on the stove I don't need fish, clams, Or corn, potatoes or onions. Throw me just a starlit stone A cooking bowl for bones, so I can at least feed. Moonlit chowder, I'm almost starved But I can see a silver lining, I think A star in the East has promise, I'm told. Moonlit chowder, I volunteer to thirst And still burst like a lily flower And turn eventually to gold and poetry. Moonlit chowder; has I wandered too long, Too many years that I no longer care To hear any fake expressionless news But at least I'm not in the dark. Moonlit chowder lets me eat and drink Something is fulfilling for you And me, I think.