Made two loaves last night to keep from cratering.
Laid them side by side in a pan: love, and being alive,
Never sure if the yeast is good until it foams
in warm, sugared water— then you know it's alive.
Measure and sift, add the liquid, knead and proof.
Floury fingers test the mass to see if it's alive.
Feed the loaves to the heat; watch that they don't
burn. Things must be endured in this being alive.
What to do with what you made? Slice, share—
any small happiness and grief, like being alive.