A Poem For Sunday


“Night” by Peter Everwine:

In the lamplight falling
on the white tablecloth
my plate,
my shining loaf of quietness.

I sit down.
Through the open door
all the absent I love enter
and we eat.

From From the Meadow: Selected and New Poemsby Peter Everwine © 2004. Used by kind permission of the University of Pittsburgh Press. Photo by Tawheed Manzoor)