A Bare Pantry (True Story) Poem by Chuy Amante

Deep in the forest
but where the canopy's still porous
there's a cabin, stout and small

at this time of the year
there aint no more beer
and the grasses have all grown tall

it's cold and it's pretty
but my planning was shiddy
and for food, there's nothing at all

the sun's not up for lengthy days
so at times in bed I think and stays
until the hunger starts to call

I went to the pantry sparse
and found one heel, dried apples slices
and for excitement honey and cinnamon spices

with short days the girl who lays
don't give much in spite of my needs
but one egg I found and was kitchen bound
a meal fit for a king to take shape

Imagine, french toast with honey drizzle
topped with baked cinnamon apple fizzle!
This morning I eat like a king! I am king.
we'll see how the fasting goes
and what the Universe to my table brings
once it gets colder and begins the snows