bread

 

i am stunned by your tenacity.

what may appear to the deluded masses

as meager accomplishment

i know to be, and see in you, constant victory.

you are the champion of my life

because all the get-what’s-mine materialists

are the detritus upon which you tread.

the bread on the table and the butter

in the cupboard was bought with your care,

your clarity, your wisdom.

we want for nothing

because you get what we need.

you get it, in every sense of the phrase.

you will blush when you read this

and you will try to include me

as a hero in this tale

but it won’t be entirely true.

it has always been you.

　

　

GJK

14JUL10