To watch You work.

I've pummeled the fish and the bread

has gone dry from all the times I take it out

and put it on the table and try to move it

with my brain. A useless practice of trying

to take what I've made and making

it into what it will never be.

So here is my bread, my miserable fishes,

all the things I possess only because You've

let me possess them, and here I'll sit to watch

You work.