If ever
If ever there is a mis-step, of not knowing
How things would have turned out
compulsions
Small steps are for pebbles
Without outrageous expressions
Napoleon would not have conquered France
The Gate of Brandenburg would not have been built
But we must be truthful because there is no other way
Faithful bakers we are
The morning bread for the oven, the smell of bread greeting morning of the day
If ever there is ever a time.
Morning bread
Afternoon tea
Evening storytelling
Dawn’s urgency
If there is ever a moment for moan-making poetry
The truth will outshine moments that we toss away