Light in the Next Room

There is light in the next room,
light and table service for two.
White tablecloths and fine china.
A restful place to dine and breathe in
just enough elegance to remind you
that you are more
than the dark spaces you live in.

Whether or not you are welcome,
you walk in. Head erect,
pretending you belong,
not in their minds,
but yours.

About this poem.

About belonging. About the feeling of not belonging. Inspired by the morning depression. (Already better for having written). About the shift from dreams to reality. (I had strong dreams this morning that were hard to move from.). About moving into new places in the world around us. Poetry is never about one thing.

The photograph was taken at Olana, the home of Fredric Edwin Church, a leading painter of the Hudson River School. I go through a lot of old homes, but this is one of my favorites.

Be well. Travel Wisely,

Tom