Bread

Bread

Today I wish to bake bread
I want to measure
And pour
Perfect peace
To inhale motes of flour
Suspended in warm sunbeam
I must need this
The softness between my fingers
A place for my head
To lose itself
In the swirling grains
Of forgetfulness
Then I wake up
And remember
This is a dream
Like a point of light
That would shoot away
Before you blinked
But is held
By a ballast
Of the ancient smell
Which has brought
Comfort to sick hearts
Filled empty bellies
And gathered people
To the hearth
Like a plump mother
Radiating love