It makes sense – I’ll use my loaf

Is this the sun, 
condensed into a flower? 
Distant energy 
facilitates fine subdivision, 
mitochondrial machination 
building petal, 
sepal, 
branch 
and bower.


Sound struggles, 
beats on baffles 
beneath the strings. 
Sweet escape 
eludes 
then exudes 
mellifluously.


Pine needles, 
waft, 
scent air 
evoking 
place and season, 
sharp 
to unshod foot 
yet gentle 
olfaction, 
calms… 
relaxation.


Sensate to a feather
brushing my cheek, 
soft, 
sensuous, 
soothing, 
like these 
sibilant characters 
typed 
on a page.


Childhood memories
evoked 
as yeast, 
after millennia waiting, 
interacts 
in the present tense. 
Air carries 
intense anticipation 
of taste across 
the park, 
use my loaf, 
collect my daily bread.

AnDrew Pratt 8/2/2021