This week I read this article about a bakers' strike in Jacmel, Southern Haiti. Then I wrote this poem and illustrated it with photos I've taken in some of our many visits to Jacmel, one of my favorite places on earth.
the bakers are on strike.
a few weeks ago,
a sack of flour cost
one thousand seven hundred and fifty gourdes
and this week
two thousand five hundred gourdes.
they can’t pay their employees.
They say bread is rare now in Jacmel
and people are lining up for it.
The bakers interviewed by the newspaper
speak from their bakeries,
Plan of God
Gift of God,
Where today they are not producing
pain au chocolat
pain de campagne
any other delights
which you could normally find
to carry home
through the streets of Jacmel.
they know people don’t live
by bread alone.
They have poetry on the beach
and colorful mosaics
and you can buy paintings on every corner.
In 2010 an earthquake
stopped the cathedral clock
but they got it started again
and time went on passing as before.
The ocean is blue
and the houses are painted in pastels
and it looks a lot like it did a hundred years ago
except of course for all the motorcycles
zipping back and forth.
the bakers pray
that God will give them this day
their daily bread.
And so does everyone else.
Ruth, from thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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