Daily Bread

I would carve
A path with
The sword of light
Forged in the fires
Of the pyres
That burned all ancestors

Through the jungle
Of knowledge
Desires and fears
And horrors —
Expanses of stars
Past the reaches
Of all beginnings

There
I would build
Upon nothing
With stones of my doubts
Mortar made of words
Forever

Without distraction
A place
To be
Myself

But I know
There would be no supermarkets
Near that place
To get my daily bread
Butter and milk

There’d be no trees
No sky and no earth
Nowhere to put my stuff
Nothing to wear
Nothing to look at

And the pyres have all gone cold
The jungles have turned to dust
And doubts
Are but see-through clouds

There is a house
Ready built —
With stones and mortar
Windows
Onto the expanse
And I already
Am myself