A Capella
SUNDAY POEM
A CAPELLA
My life is bread-making.
Daily I work the dough.
My hands blend, shape it
into supple balls and then
I wait for your sacrament
of warm brown flour, sea-salt
water, a sprinkled
benediction,
to expand in me,
dissolving this mass
becoming
a fine leavening.
As always, I’d love to hear your own poems, visions, dreams and doodles in Comments. Let’s share the heart’s delight of poetry together.
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