Flatbread

Go inside unleavened bread

That will be my way

If others become society's gold

Or devour with fiery teeth,

I am happy to be bread.

 

Some misunderstand the bread and

Mock. Some dump it from their plates

And others crush it under foot;

But the bread fills full, contenting

Even the most desolate

Hungry child who turns

To break it

And enter.

 

I have seen life renewed

When the bread is eaten,

So perhaps it is not unleavened after all;

Perhaps there is life blooming within

Waiting to be found, as darkness

Cradles unseen stars that some searching

Souls perceive, and rejoice at discerning

What is always there.