Cursory: Looking Over

Temporary relief,
Once again
In the form of
A delicious repast,

It goes by so fast,
Replaced by
Some new unpleasant task
Or disagreeable happening;

That’s how it goes,
Until equanimity is reached,
The walls of misery breached,
And the final letting go;

There are these moments of peace
But no everlasting release,
It’s only back to the kitchen
To prepare another feast,

It always comes back to food,
At least in my present mood;
It’s the simplest of pleasures
That seems to satisfy the most,

It’s all about
Basic needs:
Peace and quiet
And a full stomach.

And then?
That’s the question,
What’s next?
Suffering prevention?

I’ve tried to find that certainly,
But seems to be in short supply lately.
I’ll just have to keep going
And looking straight ahead
At what’s here until I’m finished.