The bread becomes the baker
(for Alice and Belinda....finally) The bread becomes the baker The baker does not exist until bread-making begins. Fingers are ropes. Hands, lumps of mute flesh until they touch the flour, until they form the loaves, until they roll the dough around and around, turning the planet. The sun does not rise until the oven’s fire rubs the last of the rest from the eyes of the yeast and wakes it fully from its bed within the warmth, until the nascent crumb stretches, yawns and grows upon the crest of the day when the baker becomes the bread and again ceases to exist.