Table

By John I. Blair

I’m sitting at a table
Filled with all the folk
I’ve ever known.

My Father’s there,
My Mother,
Wife, Brother,
Aunts and uncles,
Cousins, friends,
Neighbors and
Acquaintances.

At the misty ends
I faintly see
A host
I’ve never met.

We laugh and chat
About our years,
About each other,
Life, death,
The Earth, the Universe.

This conversation
Has been going on
Forever;
It’s going on
Right now.

This I think
Is how Eternity
Appears.

©2018 John I. Blair 9/22/2018