Poetry
Yeast
Inspiration sprouting from The POM reading event
He makes bread in the morning.
The yeast needs time to breathe.
It rises to the occasion;
it takes all day.
The yeast takes time, breathing,
becoming something new.
It takes all day,
ruminating in warmth.
Becoming something new
is never an easy process.
Ruminating in warmth
comforts the agony of growth.
It’s never an easy process,
but change is necessary,
a part of life, ongoing.
Comfort can be found in the growing.
Change can be necessary,
rising to the occasion,
a part of ongoing life:
it takes its time.
Here’s a bonus photo of the bread. . . . a phone shot gussied up with the Hipstamatic app (made from scratch by my other half, because we have a new bottle of special olive oil to try)
