Round Table

Round Table

Somewhere
in The Mystery
there’s a
round table,
in a coffeeshop,
or a pub,
if you prefer,

with a motley
mix of
soulful Ones
taking up
the seats.

They’ve been
meeting here
for millennia,
to swap
escapades of
love
and adventures
concocted from
joy and untamed
creativity.

There are some
loose rules:
Talk of guilt or
shame or
adverse
comparisons
cannot be taken
seriously,
but may be
made the
butt of
madcap jokes,
if done with
proper
loving disdain.

The group
has anointed
a scribe,
whose task it is
to send
the best ideas,
via overnight
dream mail,
to their favorite
earthbound souls.
You’ve probably
received
one or two.

I almost forgot
the best part:

It’s possible,
if you’re paying
attention,
if you lay aside
that guilt and
shame, and
those laughable
comparisons,
to join them.

There’s a seat
at the table
for you.

If you like “Round Table,” maybe you’ll like seeing my poetry books, and more poems, at stevegillard.com.