fishes and loaves


Giving thanks can be a thankless task

try counting your blessings but you lose track around four

because someone comes to the door

with a foolish question to ask—



you trek over shifting sand

faltering halfway up the last dune

there, singing a wordless tune

someone offers a slippery hand


you slide with them into the sea

laughing an answer, to test

if they are the unforeseen guest

who’ll share your loaf for tea



—and you give it away for now

answer the knock with a shrug

and blessings come back like a hug:

all the fish that the sea will allow



© Bronwyn Angela White (2010)—Wellington, New Zealand

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