At the Table

Jan Richardson

Jan Richardson

At the table
of the new day
all covered in soft felt
the colour of Kerry fields
I sit waiting for my new hand
a fresh deal from the new deck
What a day for a Royal Flush!
but as I pick up the cards
one bike after another
not a good day
for a wager

“You turn us back to dust,
       and say, ‘Turn back, you mortals.’
 For a thousand years in your sight
      are like yesterday when it is past,
            or like a watch in the night.
 You sweep them away, they are a dream,
       like grass that is renewed in the morning;
          in the morning it flourishes and is renewed;
          in the evening it fades and withers.” ~ Psalm 90:3-6


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to At the Table

  1. bwcarey says:

    but during the day you get the chance to use it all, deal those cards!


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