The Lady at the Table
Approached from afar
Right up to our side
Her pocket a jar
She holds out her hand
And gestures to come
I notice a bruise
On the nail of her thumb
It’s bread that she wants
Not some kind of dough
We’ve all earned a crust
We really don’t know
Our eyes catch a gaze
The waiter he shrugs
We give from our plates
To drink out of mugs
She leaves
She is able
We wish we had one
A moat…
That is…
Surrounding the table
But giving aside
It feels good to share
We hope in return
She knows that we care
The lady
In bread
Keeps moving all night
Right into her mind
A toast to the light
KF
An experience on the road
And a deeper understanding