Trees see through their hands
despite the body.
This is when I
follow the tracks of puma
and fly away with fish.
Not quite far enough,
I began to tremble
and loathe decadence.
A man’s moral worth
was considered in real
or imagined food.
I work up a proper appetite,
bite tomatoes, a chunk of bread,
swigs of red wine, finished
simple but delicious.
From pages 28-29 of The Raw and the Cooked: Adventures of a Roving Gourmand by Jim Harrison (Grove Press, 2001).