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.
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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.