Bread

Each time

I am amazed.

Flour, water, yeast.

Some salt.

Simple.

But then

our muscles mix 

the flour froths

and the bright bread 

starts to bubble.

Our aprons ache 

for more warm water. 

More!

Don’t be afraid!

The room lights

and rises

and the dough turns

in our high hot hands

to something 

as real 

as you or I,

miraculous

and alive.