Breadcrumbs
Pontificating breakfast
Did Hansel know we’d judge him so?
Did he think his actions wise,
Or just a desperate act?
These are weighty matters
With my dates & ham,
Olives salty, fruit sweet,
Lemonade, a little too frozen.
But the Bread!!
So good that we never
Bothered to take it
From its baking pan.
We just scooped it out
In chunks and slices
Slathered with hot butter
And drowned it in honey.
Beginning as a boxed
Gift from fellow lovers
And baked with
Goodness and Guinness .
Now, little remains in the
Tin in which it was made,
Except a minor slice
And corners full of crumbles.
So many crumbs,
Hansel would see it
As an embarrassment
Of riches!
Each tiny nugget
A marvel of fermentation,
Yeast cheerfully consuming and converting
Sugar to CO2 & EtOH.
Irreversible acts
Merging disparate
Components into
Pleasing perfection.
Tiny solar systems
Of delight.
Atoms orbit their
Heavenly bodies
Making me:
G A L A C T U S
Eater of worlds!
Or
As I know it: Breakfast.
Maybe next time,
Hansel will just stay home.
This was a reflection on a loaf of bread we baked and consumed in short order. The bread was part of a baking kit a friend gifted us many months ago. It was novel in that it required a can of Guinness in the process. We intended to invite our friends over to enjoy our delicious gift, but they never made it.
Is it not always that way with friends? Intentions of love and time together, but life gets in the way. Work, family, life. Sometimes we are all very close, and sometimes we're almost strangers. We orbit each other's lives, coming and going, but always sharing the gravity of love.
I did tell them later how much we enjoyed the gift, that it inspired a small trifle and lamented they were unable to join us for its deliciousness. They have since moved away. Not far far away, but far enough that I know we'll slowly become strangers. Love is not geographic but temporal. Heartwarming to think of friends wherever they are in the world. It is true though, that there is nothing like sharing a physical space with someone you love. I hope that this will be the apex of their distance from us and that one day, we will once more enjoy perigee.
The absence of people I love call to mind the way a painting works. An artist renders only enough to capture the likeness of a person or place. He draws the landmarks and sketches in some color, but leaves out some details. This is not just a labor-saving device—it gives our minds something to do when we look at painting. And it is why we may be impressed with the technical skill of a photorealistic painter, but our souls are moved by works of the impressionists and those like them.
We are made of missing pieces. And those we love exist in the abstract always, giving our minds and hearts the work of bringing them to life in memory.
Keep your loved ones close. Even if the only place you can do so is in your heart. And enjoy a loaf of bread in their behalf. You might find the breadcrumbs take you back to moments where you lived and laughed together.
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