Across the street, near a tree,
Lay a place with a table for me.
Two chairs across a sofa seat,
With a single rose for me to greet.
I sit for my meal,
What a pleasant treat!
I notice the almost empty hall,
Echoing the sounds of a muttering mouth.
My food arrives, cutlery and all,
Napkins are placed as the serving is handed out.
A quiet meal on a boisterous day,
Who knew peace wasn’t so far away.
(Originally Published on The Zainab Experiment: https://bit.ly/2IhCGMR)