(Provenance, Providence)
Was this mine,
Or was it yours?
This lamp, that bowl,
The picture on the wall,
Did I bring it, or did you?
I really don’t recall.
It all got mixed together, that hot summer day
when thirsty souls found shelter beneath the same roof.
Led across the threshold by someone who knew
I had what you missed,
You had what I lost,
And what we brought with us,
My hesitance, your ease,
My tarnished trays, your copper pots,
Was enough to make a start.
And now that lamp lights our spirit,
that bowl holds our hearts,
that picture tells the story of who we are,
together.
Copyright © Jeff Hampton 2020