The bread was changed by breaking. Seven loaves torn became countless pieces. Pieces dissolved in four thousand mouths. Transformed into energy enough. Still they did not see.
Jesus turned to a blind man:
Can you see anything?
(The man, who had only known things by touch; child’s cheek smooth, pliable as a plum, his own face carved into rivulets of skin, a texture kin to bark, his limbs like brittle branches.)
He answered Jesus: I can see people, but they look like trees walking.
When Jesus touched his eyes, the man saw mingling light & heat & water The green, yeast-like, bloom of life He looked intently,saw everything clearly, we are ocean & bread & tree.
