a recipe for bread

baking bread
is not for the faint of heart

there is patience needed
time for the yeast to proof
and dough to rise,
the kneading and baking

You are hungry.
I make you bread.

your eyes follow me
preparing it
rocking gently back and forth
stretching, folding
over, and again
flouring the table boards
and pressing fingers
deeply into the dough

I tuck the loaves
into their pans to bake
and we wait

later I watch your teeth
as they sink into the browned crust
disappearing into your mouth
until  you are full

and only then,
hallelujah, I whisper,
oh hallelujah

squatter’s rights

on the window pane
your white shoulder
curves – half a cartoid

with only my fingertip
gliding tangentially across
to tether you to me


original – those of you who know me…know I don’t tend to edit. But after letting this marinate, I think simpler is better.

the moon hangs low
over the darker shadows
of the willow trees

disheveled fronds
strain against captivity
silhouetted against  cobalt sky

on the window pane
your white shoulder
curves – half a cartoid

with only my fingertip
gliding tangentially across
to tether you to me