Sometimes I wonder
why I bake our bread.
Perhaps it’s the aria
I’ll never compose.
The novel
I’ll never write.
The painting
that will never flow
from my brush.
Then I see Challah
cooling on the counter,
and I recognize my art.
The urge to create
a thing of beauty
that nourishes the body
in addition to the soul.
Saltwater Influenced 
That’s a lovely little poem. Thank you for sharing. 🙂
Thank you!