He gave thanks and broke the loaves.
The disciples passed a basket to the right
another basket to the left
another basket to the right
and so on.

Some guy named George said, “yes”
and ate a piece of Jesus’ bread
then gave thanks
and broke the loaf
of rye bread he had kneaded
that morning
and put it in the next basket
that came his way.

Susan ate a piece of fish
and took a large chunk
of whole wheat butter-top bread too,
then passed the basket
to five year old Angelo who looked at Jesus
with a tear in his eye and ate.

When he was through
Rebecca took the basket
from his lap and added two loaves
of her special
sourdough recipe
for she owned a bakery in town.

With a wide smile
on her soft peachy face
she passed the basket to Fred
who ate a piece of each type
of morsel
and nudged his friend, Peter,
in the rib.

“Hey, you got any of that smoked salmon
jerky left?” he chewed
and pointed to the filling basket.
His friend took a package
of fish jerky from his burlap bag
tore a small chunk off with his teeth
and place the rest in the basket
after he grabbed one of the multi-grain rolls
from the loot.

As the basket moved in a circle
around the crowd, he gasped
then bowed his head
to give thanks
for he was a fisherman.

The widow scanned her neighbors
with wet brown eyes
as the basket waited before her.
The crowd looked at her.
Some nodded their heads.
Others rubbed her back as she stuffed
fish and rolls into her pockets
then passed the basket
to the left.

Tears fell upon her cheeks
as she offered a breast
to the tiny baby
who cuddled in her lap.

The basket was passed
around the circle
all night long
and they ate.