Bread & Water

This entry is part 19 of 38 in the series Bridge to Nowhere: poems at mid-life


Direct link to video on Vimeo.

This is the first in a planned series of one-minute movies made in less than a day with text written in response to the film images. I include the text below for the benefit of those on dial-up, but I’m not sure it makes too much sense on its own.

Bread & Water

I cast my bread on
the water, but
it didn’t come back.
Did you call?
I wrote. I made tea
from every leaf in
the garden.
Would you know it if
you saw it again?

I would.
I would know it slowly.
I would know it as
a failed boat.
Wasn’t it full
of air pockets, like
a lung?
No, those
were just open
dates on a calendar.
It was fresh.
It had skin for a skin.
What will you do when
you tire of waiting?

I’ll whistle back to
the old steam grate.
I’ll lick the lenses
of my glasses until
the street looks clean.
What will you do
if the bread
comes back?

I’ll teach it to sink.

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5 Comments



    1. Excellent! Yeah, I think I need to refocus on the poetry part of videopoetry. I don’t know if I’ll take the ekphrastic approach every time, but the challenge of fitting everything into a one-minute video, and producing it relatively quickly — Beat-style — really interests me.

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