WFH.
bakery warm
wraps a blanket
as walls and counters hum
and scent of yeast whispers
unheard dough soft
and alive
beckons focus
to still the mind
key clack rhythm
with prooving loaves
flour-dusted shelves
cradle quiet intention
as sun spills through glass
golden enfolding
while coffee steams
a private applause
and bread speaks
of crackling crusts
cooling on racks
a craft unfolding
fingers stretch
then pause by glowing screen
so to trace
braided knots of challah
steady promise
to create and share
work that’s lighter here
folded in scent and sounds
through it all
warmth’s in crumbs
of meaning
scattered across the day.
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