- Baking Bread in a Small House While the Baby Sleeps
I lay down tea towels
Underneath the heavy white mixing bowl,
Measuring cups and teaspoons,
So there will be no clatter.
No sound of ceramic or metal meeting tile.
The baby sleeps, three and a half months new to this world,
As I soundless scurry on counter-tops,
To reach high-placed flour.
I barely breathe.
The baby still sleeps
As I mix and knead
Adding flour until the dough is as smooth
As my baby’s skin, as round as the crown of his head.
I put the dough to rise near the oven,
Feeling victorious as the baby sleeps,
As if I could bring peace to the world
From this, our small, warm-housed, quiet universe.
© 2012, Sarah Joy Hadler. All rights reserved.