The staff of life
is broken

and pierces

the belly of millions
with pangs of hunger

while some can indulge
in pretzels, bagels, donuts
gorge on crumpets, muffins

spread real butter
on the sourdoughrye 
or dab some Brie on Pumpernickel

one thing I know
bread is only made
in humble servitude

to a microscopic fungus
what a humbling kneel
that leavening
demands

the baker stoops

to invisible masters

of fermentation

or goes hungry

this and every day 

to know the baker

is adjacent to

stumbling on the Maker

and those he made

for richer or poorer