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The following poem was inspired by Dr. Jayne Shatz's artwork, The Empty Bowl, which appears on the Poetry X Hunger website--ART - Poetry X Hunger. Open our bronze hands Sculpted to endure and serve image to stir an instinct and open our own human hands. Holding an empty bowl, just picked clean of that last grain. This bowl, like a mother’s hands holding the work of the world, to fill and feed Painful pangs ring from barren brass sides, sustained resonant calls to Fill the bowel, fill the bowel. Imagine our bronze bowl filled, with gentle mother’s fingers, passing portions to babies’ lips Again and again–fingertips to lips Imagine our bronze bowl held like infant’s hands ‘round her breast grabbing to find latch, given milk from breasts like full bowls. Imagine the bronze bowl filled Hands together To serve our hungry Touch those needing And execute justice These are, bronze hands, end -less, the Divine’s hands, our hand, imagine.  Joseph Caperna is a physician in San Diego, CA, who spent his career dedicated to HIV. To bring compassion, caring, and listening into his medical practice, he shares poetry with his patients and their families. Joseph has traveled over 60 years to 6 continents. These experiences have inspired prose and poetry that he is starting to submit to publish.
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