Breadth and bevy of nourishment,
and also the bread we need today.
The supersubstantial and the literal,
one in each hand. The necessary
bread, the breath, the bread of air
and water, of the body falling into
rest, and also the bread of beauty,
of beveled and embellished edge.
Bread bathed in egg wash, gleaming,
braided, and a shredded heel of
day-old bread, and bakery-fine
slices, even as Venetian blinds.
Bread we bake towards, the best
bread, and bread of imperfection,
burned. Forever and ever, each
today, give us hunger and bread.