Marriage

Marriage


What is comes to is this: bread.

Its creation the product of hunger and imagination.

We forget about it until we see it again on the table.

Tribes have gone to war because of wheat and corn.

When it is all you have to eat, there is never enough.

A sad day, when you first realize the difference
between good and bad bread.

Who first saw its possibilities?

If you feed enough to a bird, its stomach will explode.
True or False?

Every culture is measured by its bread.

My mother makes her prodigal bread only when I visit.

It has always been meal for the poor and afterthought
for the rich.

I walk by a bakery and realize why smell is the most
important sense.

Sunday mornings, we wash it down with coffee, then
swallow it dry as Eucharist that afternoon.

The sacred and the utilitarian share an apartment
overlooking the river.


Sherman Alexie..........from The Summer of Black Widows.