The Table

This Table
The kitchen table.
It all centers
around
the kitchen table.
Heavy, solid, room
for ten to easily
gather around it.
Wabi-sabid
by pen, pencil, crayon
fork, knife,wineglass
leaving knicks
and scratches
belonging to all who
surround it.
Family
friends
loved ones.
Tears shed over
homework
loss
worry
joy.
Late nights
spent
crying, 
working things out.
Bread broken in unity
as a gift,
as celebration.
You at one end,
I at the other,
bonded by this table
and all that surrounds it.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s