Daily Bread


Daily Bread

by Michele Habel-Coffey


Give to me my daily Bread

Manna raining over dust

Just enough, not quite dead

Last pouring rain before the rust


Just enough to keep me live

Through 40 years; the smallest token

A whisper of a promised land

A thunder in the tablets broken


Begone the laws

And fall the temple

Why can it not

For once, be simple?