Thursday, June 4, 2015



Hot fresh bread, breakfast time:
Fragrant, not a flower,
Warming, not a fire,
Lively, not a flame,
Soothing, not a salve,
Kindly, not a caress;
Dark honey wheat,
Black oat barley,
Sweet cinnamon raisin,
Savory apple walnut,
Ciabatta, Foccacia, Pita,
Bublik, Chapati, Pandesal—
Parmesan, Romano—two-cheese,
Sunflower, sesame, fennel—three-seed,
Every type of loaf
Bundled in brown wrapper,
Crackling in your embrace,
Steaming scented clouds,
Breathe deeply
Atop a mountain;
Billowing, fluffy blanket,
Pull it up,
Tuck it snug
Beneath your chin;
Bracing, poppy fireside,
Cross your arms,
Hold it to your heart.
Fed in deepest winter,
Bathed at height of summer,
Refreshed when day is dry,
Sheltered when life is wet,
Healed when you are pierced,
Becalmed…even after you are violently shaken,
Remade in hope,
Transformed in joy,
Nourished, uplifted…blessed:
Every good thing comes to you
As a loaf of bread.

Originally published in IthacaLit (September 27, 2014)

Every good thing comes to you as a loaf of bread.

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