The silence of serenity
Found in a few moments after work
On the round, old concrete table
Cracked down its mid-section
Covered in the stains of mildew
Evidence of generations of Florida summers
Wobbly, so wonky on its single pedestal
Like a drunken dancer dancing
Solo too late, too long on cracked and yellowed beams of oaken floor
So simple in her engineering and componentry:
Water, aggregate, and Portland cement
Binding, bound, boundless in time’s memory
Inset tiles of faded corn-maize yellow
Brooding black coal, Sky bruised blue,
Verdant green of Spring, Claret red of Rose
far off memories]
This little concrete table
So perfect in all its imperfections
This mythic altar of expression
Welcoming the silence of serenity.
Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, December, 2016. Started in the beginnings of fall, finished in the whispers of winter.
And the table you are writing on shall be your subject.