You told me that we just have to trust
in some things, especially this dough
because you believed in it even though
it stuck to everything, fused fingers together,
cleaved to the table, would not yield
to the kneading heel of the hand.
It simply had to sit a while to ripen some
to be ready for the roller and then the knife
to make the cuts, the true sure lines that go
back to those you can not forget
and forward to those you need
to have close to you.
Go criss and cross, back and forth.
Then let the heat do its work
until the dough is set
into row on memorable row
of delectable diamonds.