Monday, April 18, 2011


The rabbi tears flatbread apart,
generously offering me half-
over and above his full,
full plate.

Crumbs fall wasted
our silverware.

I fight the urge 
to sweep them 
into my pocket.
Hoarding can't preserve 
this moment's scarcity.

I take and eat - in 
remembrance for 
later - when deep
yearns for deeper.



Maureen said...

Nicely written, Kathleen, the last two lines of stanza 3 especially (almost want the poem to end there).

Simply Darlene said...

You are here! You are here! Missed you, friend.

This poem, I love all the pieces and bits of it.

(psst, it's me, A Simple Country Girl)

Kathleen Overby said...

Thank you Maureen, I am learning how to peel, so this is timely. I see it now.

Anonymous said...

momento moment

Louise Gallagher said...

oooh.. yes. You are here!

I love this too. BEautifully written. The ending is a perfect morsel of a momentous moment.

Kandi said...

Kathleen! You take us to the Throne of Grace! thank you!

Nancy said...

Wow, Kathleen. I love it. Thank you for sharing this!

S. Etole said...

your words bring sustenance ...