The gray December day is muted around me
Silence, healing silence, blankets my world
Of tile floor and brown dog and bare feet
And yes, even the rats scratching in the gutter.
I roll the dough swiftly, punching it;
The tightness inside me oozing out slowly
Like bubbles of air escaping pummeled dough;
Hands shape and cut and shape and cut again.
I have been running too long, and panting;
The noise has pulled the guilt and sharpness
Taut, too taut, inside of me
But donuts are forgiving creatures.
The gray December day is muted around me
Silence, healing silence, blankets my world
Of tile floor and brown dog and bare feet
And yes, even the rats scratching in the gutter.
