justwrite 5 august

fourteen freshbaked slices march off the cutting board scoring glorious butter ready for jam of a delicious kind of an unwinding kind gently cradled in the crust there is bread and there is love both sent from above or within or maybe from the oven humming with potential dimensions full of possibility the thrill we see in grocery stores in the craft supply heavens in the havens of office supplies riding high on staplers in search of opportunity holding up blank tablets and proclaiming sweet potatoes and rubber cement all meant to thrill the viewer the reader the artist the cook and this is why we will survive this is how we live: to create to become to grow we are the authors of dreams and our powers are unlimited the forgiveness big as an unneeded eraser chasing the blank lots with seedlings and fresh-bought potential we are the architects of admiration and the bridges we design are unbreakable unmistakable for any other logic transplanted from the shores of imagination thirsty for chocolate milk indulgence the full sense of hunger being sent away we will determine the course chart our own constellations we are afraid but we are brace and we are our own characters bounding across unbound pages leaping riddles and mazes releasing fear from cages and turning them into hats our cats are our pretendings lending a closer sniff and a lifted tail to sail away and to stay long and stitch the distance between two points