Unleavened

Yesterday, I made unleavened bread. The yeast was old, several years old, and dated back to a shortage in covid times. What impulse was that to squirrel sachets as if hoarding might save me? Life force energy, the raising agent, not something to be put on a shelf in a cupboard.

Spring comes in uncertainty.

Energy rises but not in a steady stream,

not in predictable movements.

Spring is both bold and shy;

she demands engagement.

Notice what is,

feel the rising,

dance with the showers,

stop wishing for constant sunshine.