Dave Bonta's short poem looks at breastfeeding in a few quick, surprising images. The first two lines make it sound almost casual: a "dinner of convenience," a "deep expedient bread." The words are practical, even a little humorous, as if the speaker is admitting that this is simply the easiest way to feed a child. But "deep" and "bread" quietly lift the act into something basic and nourishing, the way bread has long stood for survival.
Then the poem turns strange and tender with "a dug like a white dolphin." "Dug" is an old, earthy word, and the dolphin comparison suggests something smooth, pale, and alive, perhaps even playful. The speaker seems struck by how natural and how odd the body can be.
The final two lines shift into direct address: "O mouth / O trusting life." The mood becomes quiet awe. The speaker seems moved by the baby's total trust and dependence, and the poem ends on that gentle, reverent note.