I am surprised how little we actually use cornmeal, and how only one vision comes clearly to me.  My husband baking bread on Sundays to go with the soup we always have.  A fragile task, to be done with a light hand…the kitchen covered in copious clouds of flour and the smell!!

He wipes his hands together

Swish, Swish

Rough hands

Used to less delicate tasks.

Dry hands, calloused

Knead and stretch

And pull,

Until that moment.

That moment when

He knows.

It is perfect,

Fragrant, yeasty.

And Covered in Cornmeal.