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.
Poems copyright Heather Trickey