It’s so simplewe forget how.
We prepare space,gather earthly things:
a bowl, a wooden spoon,flour, salt, hot water.
Mix with the paceof a patient teacher.
The dough thickenslike blood for love,
binds together,becomes becoming —
work of your handswork of your heart —
how bread bringsscampering feet,
salubrious singsongvoices finding listeners —
nourishing a visionof family, of friends,
of communityready to rise,
ready to provide.
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