he prepares a table

there’s a reservation for two,
that i’ve stretched to many.

some clinging for promised time,
when i overlook their importance again.
some loiter and overstay,
i’ll pretend not to notice,
chaos takes the calm
to which i gave my original, yes.

alas, one by one, seat by seat,
we take role.
noticing some with placeholders,
and full menus to behold.
others noted uninvited,
squeeze to hold the corners.
simply recognized as regulars,
yet mistaken for fixtures.

bringing light to center table,
setting tone with conversation true.
these visitors out of place,
resigned to dismissed, exposed in hue.
perhaps the smoking section
will far better do.

now waiter content to tend,
to menu holders again,
noting any need and request,
with growing smile to address.
seems table has room for more
than original numbers I presume.
waiter to all ever present,
my sight he does consume.

then table for two falls quiet again,
and Peace sits once again at the head.
this Waiter to me familiar,
the minute He breaks bread.