We are present,
a gathering of friends
superb in the lavish simplicity
of raucous laughter and chatter,
embedded in our middle age,
Grandma’s lace tablecloth and sterling,
the roundtable placing us,
we see each other completely.
The appetizer—salmon, mango, jasmine rice
and homemade cherry pie.
The feast—ourselves, rich and scrumptious.
Aren’t we ourselves the feast?
rich as homemade cherry pie, scrumptious
as salmon, mango, and jasmine rice?
Or are we only the appetizer, needing
in one another, embedded
in our sterling middle age, raucous,
Grandma’s lace tablecloth, the table
not lavish but superb,
gathered in simple friendship
we are present.