Making Porridge Bread

by Art Ó Súilleabháin

A porcelain granny bowl loomed on the black counter,

a traditional humble beginning, it needed to be filled.

You loaded in two tubs of natural yogurt, a beginning,

young growth in an aged hollow, a blended opening.

Two whisked eggs followed with some spoons of milk,

twin blessings mingled, formed a liquid foundation.

Sunflower seeds, walnuts, raisins, pumpkin seeds,

an assortment of little things found truth in the mix.

A raising agent, all combined with a wooden spoon,

merged to form an intermingling of strange elements.

The mélange was spread onto prepared parchment,

the mixture divided between two greased bread tins.

An oven heated them, a skewer tested their centres,

found compatibility, even when turned upside down.

On a rack to relax, cut, ingredients settled evenly

the mixture created delicious loaves, tasted easy.

We have made bread together

We have eaten it together

We should be together.