bread I made

This peanutbutter spreads on the bread I made
differently than any other bread.
Homemade bread, you know, it's different.
It holds together differently, moves under a knife differently.
I started making bread in another life
when I was someone else
not as patient as I am, today.
I started making bread when I had no right
to make my hands be the strong, calm hands
that is needed for bread. For good bread.
It is getting better,
each clump of dough,
each warm dome of rising.
If there is a lesson, I am learning it
slowly
sometimes not even knowing what I'm doing, really.
Just going along
using what I find.