Teach me patience. To wait
develops a better flavor.
Stumble my hungry
and whet my hands.
Let me practice the body,
Jesus’ or mine, it is risen
with time. Teach
me to listen, love me hollow
as if the crumb is
the best part, the breath of me.
It could be so simple. Salt,
flour, yeast, water, stretch
but rest, rest longer. Teach me
to love my alone;
growth is a solitary act.
Harm is a lesson in crust.
The right amount of chew,
how to be a mouthful.