In the Consuming Universe
In
the consuming universe
sombre
hooded juncos
feed
and stoke their furnaces,
stars
eat up themselves,
humans
rip and rape,
feed
on flesh
discretely
excreting
compost's
voracious loop.
Each
entity from star to
microbe
caught,
its
vibrating hum
a
burning fire
coveting
its fuel.
Making Bread
I
wish to love you one more time,
to
find you naked
at
the counter kneading bread,
full
of the wheat fields,
golden
dust upon your hands,
our
bodies heat, our single heart,
the
pulse remembered,
our
hands coupled in the dough,
smoothed,
round and round
by
the constant motion of our palms,
the
shape transformed,
our
skin tender in the touching,
your
soft breath across my ear,
the
embrace of silence in the spinning world,
the
caress held captive
in
our need
for
making bread.
David Fraser likes to balance his life among a variety of activities in the areas of writing, education and sports. When he is not
formally working as an educator, he is either writing and researching or involved in one of the
following sports: alpine skiing, ski teaching as a full time professional ski instructor at Mt. Washington,
BC http://www.mtwashington.bc.ca/winter/default.cfm , windsurfing, tennis, golf, cycling, hiking.
In addition he likes to garden, listen to the blues, and search for his way through Taoism. He has
built his second water garden which has become his new daily sanctuary. His is learning and refining
his Spanish fluency and will travel back to Central and South America in the near future. He
lives among the flora and fauna of the British Columbia West Coast.
Email: David Fraser
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