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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