In every conversation
there is a table made of listening.
Sometimes the tables are beautiful,
solid, clean-the kind
that can support anything
you put on them.
Sometimes, they're like
the tv dinner trays
of my childhood-
a little rickety, but they'll do
if what's put on them is light.
Sometimes they're so cluttered
that whatever's placed on their surface
is almost immediately lost.
Let tonight's table have a small vase of flowers
and a candle perhaps, nothing else.
May it be small enough we might
see each other's eyes, might notice
every nuance of breath. Whomever
I am most nervous to invite,
may I invite them. And though
the tea is just a metaphor,
may I offer. May they accept.
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