Navel Poetry - Oct. 11, 2025

Gary Hunter

Oct 11, 2025

1 min read

at the kitchen sink, I look out

a sunny window to the street,

take a slow searching drink

shuffle to the sofa, remove

socks and sneakers, then lift

my feet up to the coffee table

then repeat - get up, move around

sit down, gaze out a window, chew

a nail, wiggle toes – all to awaken ideas

but more and more I realize

inspiration lies beyond my gardens’

walls with only one option left

navel poetry, a probe of my inner

sun and storms, kitchen and windows,

sofa, fingernails and for sure,

walls that I will have to jump

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