As long as there’s bread
I think everything will be okay
Workers can work
Learners can learn
But no matter the weather
those bakers gotta bake
As long as there’s bread
There’s life
Messy crumb trails across
Counters strewn with projects
Potatoes to plant
A canister of objects removed from the baby’s mouth
Eternally: marbles
All these things piled where I’m trying to bake
To navigate
The rising and falling of my moods
I’m like a wet dough some days
I’m flat as a four day ferment
I’m round in all the wrong places
Sear me with a sprinkle and a cross
Bread of life
Bread of heaven
Bread of this low budget good for nothing oven
Where 450 temps at 350
And the baker too is so many degrees off centered
Get your jaws ready for tearing:
I am a warm loaf
With a hard crust
Sliced too soon
Gathering everyone to my table
