There is a stillness
A comfort, security, spirit-rest to the space
Of a room for gathering.
Couches cradle friends
Feet plant on carpets
And dim lights reflect on different places
This is where I long to be
This circle of shared space
I’ve seen things here
Sleep after Sunday meals
Board games and charades
Discussions and debates
Over coffee, wine and sweet tea
Little wooden tables hold mugs
And friends lean in friends
Family rests on family
It’s a quiet space for existing
Outside of jobs, dining table chaos and pretension.
It’s far from the moving, cooking, creating spaces
It’s an exchange.
Center of the house
Often some ugly wallpaper or strange decoration
Yet full of warmth and please stay awhile