30 Poems in 30 Days #10 - The Baker

Hands dusted
With years of tedious kneading
And needing

The baker fires his ovens
On another lonely day
The shadows dance

His mixtures sit atop the counters
His mixtures hover in the air
The baker sighs

A solitary grind
A whispered rise
The creatures bubble to life

He pours his flesh
Into his craft