After Mary Oliver

By Peggy Coquet
June 3, 2017

Setting the table,

I place each item carefully

To make it pleasant for the people eating at my table.

The more intent I put in the task,

The more I focus on those who will share food,

The more pleased I am with the result.

Good conversation, honest friendship

And a true sharing of the gift of life.

Making the bed

Whether I am making the bed in the morning

Or making it up fresh with clean bed clothes

I try to honor its importance

As the place where we open to each other

Share secrets, laugh and remember

All the love that has grown

In the garden of our bed.

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