One must have a mind of salad
to select a bowl of crunchy greens
mixed with nuts and seeds
as the only course of which to eat;
And there must be a craving for oil,
tangy or creamy, poured over food from the soil
raw and cold, each bite requires teeth and time 
to taste every curl of kale, every crunch of almond, 
every burst of citrus vesicle or pomegranate seed.
Perhaps the softness of bread bore a burden too heavy
or the warmth of baked potato, the strain of spaghetti 
perhaps a sauce dripping sandwich does not fill 
the stomach as much as it appears to fill the soul.