The Before Time
Oct 19 2023
The table was set
lights dimmed
candles lit,
a carefully staged tableau
of gracious living.
Savoury smells
wafted in from the kitchen,
where the festive meal
was in its final stage.
And in the table's centre
sat fresh-cut flowers
lovingly arranged
in a clear glass vase;
a still life painting
in trompe-l'œil.
I felt a sense
of time suspended;
a moment of perfection
that would have been sufficient
as an end in itself;
the anticipation
that’s often the best part.
The festive meal, an afterthought,
conviviality
put off for now.
How odd to remember this.
One of those snapshots
of daily life
that somehow lodge in memory,
no matter how inconsequential
they seem at the time.
A frozen image
of the flawless table
perfectly set,
its elegant chairs
as yet unoccupied;
still evenly spaced
and tucked nicely under it.
And the feeling that went with —
the warm glow
of calm and contentment,
easy acceptance,
unquestioning love.
A paradigm
of the before
when the after was unthinkable.
When the cataclysm
that would shatter lives
was just a matter of time,
building in the distance
close enough to see
if we'd only thought to look.
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