Daily Bread

He walked out of a store
Bread in hand
dough in the other.

Envisioned Her standing
stillness in the street
only movement, was.

His racing Heart, thumping
outlines, reverberating Images
that become clearer with time.

Pacing his breath so
as not to pass out,
collapses upon his
dreamy thoughts.

Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Infinite Delicate Perfection.

where shall we the stream
flow in hope the sea...

mini are crafts that bring us
to encompassing the Ark.

Floating along right in
center of the eye
storms grow readily
blanketing countryside, raising
grasses anticipation,
plush green these fields
grow in tall, beds of essence.

The man focuses, takes a bite
of his bread and heads for home.