Squeeze a lemon of its juice,
scrape the yellow peel,
beat butter, sugar, eggs,
strip the stem of thyme.
Place in the oven, wait.
Pull out the fragrant
brown loaf, manna—
satisfying and whole.
The perfect rectangle
offers promise, like
an answer to a question
I don’t know how to ask.
Moist lemon on the tongue,
building muscle and bone,
the voice of this day’s
bread says, now.
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Jenni Ho-Huan says
So lovely. As one who likes all things lemon, I now have a poem to add to it! Thank you.
Mary J says
I like the way it engages all my senses.
LeAnn Farley says
Thank you for this beautiful poem. It is the perfect combination of a simple, delightful description that also conjures up some evocative universal themes. The themes are compelling–deconstructing nature’s essence and constructing with it, the peace of meeting human needs of body and spirit, and the very urgency of today in time. It is polished to a work of art.