Imagine yourself in a restaurant
Go ahead and do it. Imagine sitting in a room with many tables, all set with fresh white tablecloths, plates, glasses of water sent in place, and cutlery lined up neatly. And you sit patiently until the wait staff comes for your order. This is where my imagination took me: In a restaurant Ice clinks in full glasses of water waiters set tables the cutlery loud against china plates I hear a sound an orchestra starting up tuning at the conductor’s baton I pick up the napkin and pen from my pocket and begin to write Not like Bach or Beethoven writing with quill and ink on their elegant white sleeves but on a napkin its finish bruised by a quick wipe wrinkled though barely by the narrow escape of a plate set next to a goblet of water on a table covered in white The only sound in my head is the symphony of words coming together coupling rhyming assonance and consonance multiplied vowels forming a r