share your table

our table is a luggage trunk,
pulled with care from my childhood garage
where it held our most beloved movies on VHS cassette.
i’ve since replaced fievel goes west with off-season linens,
and atop this treasure we eat.

to gather there most mornings is to sit cross-legged on the rug,
a posture of peace,
pomp-free fine dining . . .

today i’m sharing my table – and the recipe on it – over at kamille’s lovely place.
pull up a chair and join us, won’t you?

 

Comments

  1. What a lovely poem. It brought me to the floor in front of your luggage trunk sharing toast and in my case tea with you this morning. I’m thankful for meals we’ve shared, even if over a noisy catering table, or a sad hotel restaurant where you had to do all the talking. I am a fan Abby Leigh.

    • thank you for reading, Anne! THAT is one of my most favorite meals. i am laughing again just remembering it. #RIPfresno

  2. Nom nom nom.

  3. We have an old military trunk in our living room, with the soldier’s name hand stenciled on top. But we don’t eat on it. Instead, we dine on the small tile top table in the kitchen when there are just four of us, and in the Dining Room when all six plus more are here. No matter where, we’re still pretty casual. (Found you from Amber’s place. Thanks for sharing this post.)

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