The Baker

What comes over me?
I have to bring bread to
your table.

I knead dough day and
night. Carefully
playing with ingredients,
waking up to
check the temperature
of my beloved
guest, adjusting the heat
to meet your needs.

I can smell it; the aroma passing
under my nose like life preceding
me? I get so hungry and go looking
for it

forgetting

who the Bakers are...

who the guests are...

and there is nowhere
to look.