Yes, I know,

But where would we be

Without it?

Flour, salt, water, yeast

and olive oil

Set on a sill to sun herself.

Until she bubbles up like wedding wine

Knead her as much as she needs you

And shape three loaves from her heart of hearts

One for the stranger, 

Warm to touch

One for your sister 

To swallow her tears

And one for the road

The pilgrim’s path

One for the road called

Remember.

8 July 2008