Saturday, June 16, 2012

Cake

Another Saturday morning dream, or part of a dream.  In the dream I was going to get married. This was the cake that was served first, before the wedding.  It seemed the round one layer cake came with a template of uneven pieces.  The dream (and cake) carry echoes of Communion.

The round cake came already cut into pieces:
An uneven jigsaw puzzle:
A perfectly crumbed,
Sweet enough,
Confection puzzle.
When the plates were passed around
Everyone got exactly
His share,
Her share.
We knew it.
There was a piece left over
For the person who wasn*t there.
The cake pan
Baked it that way.
The baker said:
It*s a family recipe.
It goes way way way back.
When I woke up
I thought to make the cake myself.
The pan is nowhere
To be found.
The pan must be passed down
With the recipe
Baked and served
With just enough irregular pieces,
Always
One left over
For the possible 
late-arrival.

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