Begin
One
abundantly provides
(bread and fish)
left-overs times twelve;
seated in groups,
man, woman, child,
this time,
eating fullness.
‘Eat me,’ invitation.
‘Breathe my breath.’
‘Greet me.’
On Friday,
death falls
all undone
by reckless love,
in crux of times:
Sunday.
Harvest-seed,
dirt-planted,
sky-yearning,
multiplies.
By hatred, insolence, apathy,
undeterred,
the seed -
the lavish gift persists.
So, begin.
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