Crumbs

This is what I woke up with this morning.  The woman who asked Jesus to heal her daughter, only to be called a dog by him, comes to mind.  She had the presence of mind to tell Jesus that even the dogs got the crumbs under the table.  Little did she know that under that table was chocolate cake with chocolate frosting for her and her daughter, and beyond.  Well beyond.

I dreamed I was in charge

Of the meal.

For dessert

I cut the sheet cake,

Chocolate with chocolate frosting,

Just enough pieces

For everyone present.

When it came my turn

For cake,

There was a sliver left,

Only crumbs.

It was a puzzle.

I was sure I had counted

Exactly right.

Then I saw

Two full pieces

On the floor

Under the table.

Chocolate with chocolate frosting.

Enough for me

And someone I have yet

To meet.

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.