As I sat down, setting aside the book and its poem in preparation, I got distracted by an email message to
which I immediately responded, and now I’ve misplaced the neat intro I imagined I was going to start this Daily with.
Is this something happening lately?
Maybe it’s a sign of how so much is being tossed up in the air and finding
a new way of being as it falls haphazardly.
Back to my intention, here is the poem:
” B R E A D
or daily bread
not expectation, need,
or probability, the bread
I’m thinking of is the loaf
already on the table
in Breughel’s Wedding Feast.
Before the pudding gruel is brought in
by the faceless waiters,
this bread will stave off hunger
and sharpen it.”
………………. ANNETTE BASALYGA, from her book
of poems, LIFER, issued in 2011
During my years as an art student, I found my way often to the galleries at the Philadelphia Museum of Art to stand
and stare at the prolific life of Breughels birds-eye views of his world.
With that in mind, I am aware of the wealth of these spare lines above; a mural, for sure, for the sense of unlimited delight and satisfaction that exists right now, around us, anticipating it surely. It’s there for the taking.
And, yes, we honor this ‘tradition’ at places to dine, the bread available without asking. Hopefully there is also
a small plate for the olive oil.
always with love,