Empty Bowls

a poem for the Empty Bowls fundraiser for the local Harry Chapin foodbank

Empty Bowls

I came,
hoping to help,
wanting to know
the world's secrets,
and left unknowing,
my heart
opened and softened,
warmed
with bread and soup,
the hollow
of an empty bowl
holding a perfect chord,
a measured intention
against hunger.
Thrown, molded,
carried back to the world.
An empty bowl,
waiting to be filled.


As a counterpoint to the excesses of the Naples Winter Wine Festival there is the Empty Bowls Project. Local artists and citizens create hand-made ceramic bowls and for a $10.00 donation you get a bowl filled with soup, and an afternoon of music and camarederie. All proceeds go to the Harry Chapin FoodBank.

https://www.emptybowls.net