Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Signifying Bread

By Justine C. Tajonera

My puzzles are different:
consisting of images
and words.

Words have always
puzzled me:
the frame of anything real,
symbols one after the
signifying bread.

The way I say bread,
the way I remember a poem*
that talks about a woman
dismantling bread
in her hands,
the expelling of breath
when one says the word

The bread of life,
the secret life of
the meaning of bread
or its meaningless-

The taste of bread
which is very different
for each person
in this world,
the different kinds
of bread

and how bread is not
what rice is
to me.

I remember how I
broke down the word,
how it became alien
to me.

I must have been seven,
on the way to someone's house.
As we turned the corner,
I realized how bread
was a word
and not the bread
but how the bread
itself would not
without the word.

And the word
was made
and the flesh
was signified
by bread.

(Jan. 5, 2010)

*the poem is "Meditation at Lagunitas" by Robert Hass

This poem is inspired by the book Flow, written by  Mihály Csíkszentmihályi.
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