Like Colours

 

Some images are original,

Primary, like colours.

 

I think of yeast, its smell

Of sour earth and parables,

And of a home somewhere,

Even if your own home

Has never smelled of rising bread.

 

This is often invoked,

The bread winner,

Our bread and butter,

The breaking of bread together,

Or the bread of life.

 

These are the essential metaphors.

Also the soil which I knead, which works

Under my fingernails like dirty flour.

It's the source, the beginnings

Of seed and wheat, the place

Life rises from.

 

When have not

Kneaded bread

Or combed our fingers

In soil?

 

These are reminders of

What we are and

What we are not,

Of what our nature

Cannot escape.

David N Rose