Baked

Baked

...into bread for others.

Everyday I must resist
the hardening happening
in this large oven
I call my life.

Things happen for good reason.
Things happen for no reason.
Regardless, I can count on time
to dispel my convictions.

When it's sunny I look into water
to see myself and the blue sky.
When it's cloudy I look into water
to see what's swimming beneath.

Today I pray to be baked,
but only to a soft perfection,
so I may then become
like bread for others,
palatable and life-affirming.

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 Peace goes into the making of a poem
as flour goes into the making of bread.
~ Pablo Neruda