Taking a bite of toast
Is like taking a bite of life.
It has been mixed
Like childhood experience.
It has been beaten
When anger leaked
Out of the maker’s hands
Into the flesh of the bread.
It has been baked
And had its time to mature.
It was ‘toasted’
Under stress
And experience.
It may have been buttered,
Drenched in lavish luxury.
Taking a bite of toast
Is like taking a bite of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And sometimes you just get left with the crumbs... Nice allegory, Rebekah! Jon x