Saturday’s ritual is discourse and diners,
when we talk while walking to
our regular hangout, The Green Kitchen.
We exit the pressure cooker
as worries are left at the door.
Forgetting brimming calendars,
we find a space of solace
where it’s just you and me,
fresh silverware and an easy cup of coffee.
Now protected within peaceful parameters
the havoc halts as we talk and laugh and breathe.
