I think beauty has become the new bread.
There was a day we scanned our emails
for bills, for discount sales, for those things
we’d forgotten we had meant to do. And now:
Now we check each platform we belong
for snippets enough to feed on.
To gather together to make a meal to sate
the gnawing of our stomachs, our hungry mouths.
And beauty has become a need,
like water, or shelter.
The beauty of friendship, of connection
in a world a little fractured, frayed at the edge,
that beauty becomes like thread for
or a doctor’s ministrations
to set our broken bones,
to give us faith in healing.
Now beauty is as much a comfort
as a hope.
A hope of something exceedingly better,
or even just the ordinary becoming
For who would use their time on beauty
unless there were a chance
for our continuing.
Who would waste good bread
to serve beauty on a platter as sweet cake.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry