By Heather Trickey 

Hey! Sit down! Eat! Let’s outrun

all claims of sleep to tell our stranger stories.

Pour wine. Break bread. Tell me about your heart.

Take mine. After all, I’ve almost known you

all this time. You, who were abroad

on adventure, encompassing your part,

taking in, absorbing your own commonwealth

of tears and laughter, dreams and hopes,

feel how they’ve chilled and warmed us –

Come! Let us feast on our lives.

From the book: “Sorry about the mess” by Heather Trickey  (Happenstance Press)

Poems copyright Heather Trickey