At the restaurant

two tables down
a large family
father rocking the baby
in his arms

women talk
children buzz around them
the talk never quits
as they eat their meal

a table across the room
an old man and woman
quietly eat
look into each other’s eyes
and then down again

What would you like to eat
the waitress interrupts

I order
then watch her dance
around the tables
talking to the new friends
she had just met

How many of these people
have dinners around a table
talk and discuss their days
or does it only happen now
at the restaurant

 

This poem was first published on Helium, September 3, 2013.

7 thoughts on “At the restaurant

    • lol– yea even the kitchens nowadays are tiny and some don’t even have ovens. So cooking is an option and the TV is on all the time– well–

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