Mar 10
23
Needing–a poem
In honor of National Poetry Month, we are including a poem from Karin’s anthology of poetry. The principle taught is alluded to in this post. Let her know how you like it! (and read some poetry–because National Poetry Month is almost over!!!) We apologize for the form…the spacing didn’t quite work as written…
Needing
Her grandmother used to knead by hand
On a floured surface
Removing treasured wedding bands
In exchange for dough-covered fingers
She can remember Grandmother’s punching
and shifting
and pushing
and turning
Filling the dough with joys
or frustrations
Whatever were the feelings of the moment, the day, the week, the month
Now years later
with no floured surface
She carefully measures her wheat, honey, water,
Yeast, oil, gluten into her bowl
Breadhook attached, machine plugged, timer set,
the mixer does all of Grandmother’s work
to the tune of ten minutes.
The timer sounds, the kneading is done —or is it?
She longs to touch the dough
like clay in the artist’s hands
Bringing life into element through the hand-builder.
Pulling out the flour, she dusts her counter and hands
Ooooooo—wow. How could she know it would feel so fresh in her hands? She turns in her sorrow for the fussing she did to John who wouldn’t put on his shoes and head to kindergarten class in time for the bell and pats in her smile she shared with the baby this morning. She infuses the bread with her spirit
as she feels
Grandmother near.
The futility is passed. She embraces the past, and
Making bread is now a joy.
