When The Dining Room Is Waiting

Melodies grazing the table cloths

Chairs patient

Glasses flipped, dry.

Forks and spoons nestled on

Clean napkins.

 

Refrigerator humming its tune,

Naked kitchen window,

Telephone hushed,

Raw vegetables resting.

 

Door calling.

Damp air clinging to its glass

To stay.

Guests shuffling in.

 

…And the place awakens to the rush.