The conditions were just perfect.

Bubbled yeast and rising bread.

The sun broke through venetians

All was fractured by  words said.

Decision silence in meditation.

Somehow, you felt you were ignored.

Just surfing on a different plane from you.

Have no fear. I heard your roared.

You settled on tears, complain.

Other utterances were quite profane.

If you are done. Please knead the dough.

Some thoughts I write I don’t explain.