I masked up and went to the grocery store. It had been three months of home delivery. Now I was on my own. I went early and social distanced most of the time.
There was lots of produce and salad dressings. Flour, not so much. Yeast, no way, but still hopeful. There was bleach and a few hand soaps. Alcohol on the bottom shelf, way in the back. You had to bend over to see it. Plenty of eggs and cheese and milk. A few boxes left with Aunt Jemima still pictured with perfect pancakes.
The checkout clerk wore a mask and asked me if I had found everything I needed. I hesitated; she waited for the answer. “Do you think we will ever have yeast again?” I asked through my mask. She thought I said, “Do you think we will ever have peace again?” She replied and finished with “only if people will do the right thing.”
trust the food supply
find more even in a siege
in summer we feast
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dVerse haibun prompt on a shining moment
wordshophop 
I love the details in your prose here and the twist at the end. How lovely to have someone talk calmly about peace and people doing the right thing…and saying that unexpectedly. Haiku expands on the prose perfectly. So glad you posted today!
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Thanks. I love the haibun. I was going to attend Centrum this summer and take the workshop on haibun; however, it was covid cancelled.
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We never really ran out of yeast here in Sweden… the food supply is not the problem… it’s people buying too much. But I do recommend doing your own sourdough starter…
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Sourdough bread is the best. When I finally get yeast I will try.
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But you don’t need yeast with sourdough.
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What an interesting perspective on things. The questions are not frivolous, but very haunting! Hopefully we will on both counts.
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Shining moments come in all varieties, Yours is modest, and yet it represents a behemoth change in our world; nice job.
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Great description— behemoth change— even the grocery store felt different.
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Who would ever think yeast and peace could be confused! What a simple, gentle, humorous moment. Thanks for sharing.
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Speaking through a mask muddles the word
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This is humours reading. But can be quite frustrating in this new normal of masks. I find myself pointing a lot
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💖love
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I point a lot when I go to other countries and don’t know the language
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An Epiphany delivered at a misheard word. Wonderful!
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The Misheard Word— another poem brewing
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I’m not sure about yeast, but we’ve had trouble finding flour.My husband has been buying bread – at least it’s wholemeal and tastes home baked.
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When I finally get yeast, I will be out of flour!
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Peace would be a shining moment indeed!
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I love this take. A misheard word made the whole thing flip, Jane. Well done.
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