Making Bread and Other Food for Thought

Written by: Glen Enloe

On and on we meander 
             in might-have-beens:
                       the black spray-painted bed
in two-room efficiency apartment:
your roan lion mane of hair spread out
on white sheets like a lace of sea
                       we swim upon, 
soft stones lapping one another 
as the gurgling, artesian gush
from a brief sheath of time 
drips from you, primal amoebas
rising and falling 
from a froth of flaxen sea, 
a yeast of life
                        in the unlit oven.