Dining table

I find a saving grace in the dining table.

There is something about a dining table,

Even with paper plates,

Walk-about party food.

When you sit down,

There you are.

There is a place to put your drink,

Your plate and fork.

There you are,

A table between you

And the person

Who sits across.

There you are.

It is not too easy to get up,

Move on to the next person,

Balance the plate and fork and drink

For the sake of small or smaller

Talk.

The table calls you

To stay,

To hear it out,

To figure there is more

To this person,

So you stay and talk,

Sit and eat.

You listen;

Maybe even expand

On why you sat down at this dining table

With party food

In the first place.