I am like the long, low table sitting before me.
Created from a friend’s never-found-a-purpose glass
and my yard sale table frame without a top.
Reflecting every very little mark of a long, zig-zagging history.
Sometimes heavy with clutter.
Now and again, shiny and clear.
When at its best, a reflection of all surrounding beauty.
All people loved.
Fit to carry heavy loads atop strong legs
and a thick top.
Sturdy, but not unbreakable.
Begrimed and imperfect.
Sharp at the corners, but well-padded.
Gathering about the few and the many.
Offering a place to rest weary feet.
Where cats and dogs lying right beneath, see all.
And can be seen
below the reflection of the sun’s light
and the home’s inner glow.
Made one from two separate goals.
Unconnected lives, finally connecting.
Creating the perfect fit of form and function.
With daily smudges expected.