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Sour Dough

I say goodbye
to the culture
that raised me

I have been 
chosen to be

cc: Chagall 2021

True Story

I shape my ciabatta with gravity alone,
holding an edge and letting the opposite pole
of the raw-dough hang, just enough, then I invert
the lengthening piece, and repeat

Sensitive hands can feel 
where to hold, how long (and hard) to press,
and when to turn things around 

Allow the form
to find its form

Consider: the unbaked ciabatta 
is alive

Unlike God, I find 
the best bread rises
on the fourth day

Steam to crust,
ashes to dust

and all that lovely leaven
(so close to heaven)
in between

yeasty, earthy, 
airy chew

like life

cc: Chagall 2021


The rosemary toast so crisp and
the fig jam so delicious, the sound of
my own chewing inside my head –
I didn’t even hear you come in!

Chagall 2019

The Interim

The lights are going out,
not forever – just for now.

We have coffee and tea,
we can make bread if need be,
sing, play cards …

Only for a little while,
only just for now.

© Chagall 2016

For Someone Like Sara

Sweet potato by Melissa drying
together in one heap.

I make a one-cup dough everyday,
roll it or fill it.

We’ve seawater still on our fingertips,
a crust of hot crystal salt.

I’m different – you said,
through the open window – I’m the one looking up.

You were late. I watched you gather lilac and lace
by the unlatched gate.

Your breathing stills matter about the fire,
all being is cured aromatic.

And so able to last

© Chagall 2016

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