The vase of lilacs set upon
the dining room table,
like a jewel in the day’s crown,
smiles upon each of us
gathered round it,
lords and ladies of the court
feasting in its presence.
Placed as it is
upon the brow of the ruler of the hour,
it reflects back to us
the fresh favor of each face,
alive and fragrant
as the blooms
abundant on their benches.
Here together
we gather, illuminated
by the grace of gathering at all,
by the feeble
fragrance of a flower.
(written live during Behind the Broken Season Ep. 7, along with a poem about bees getting high on pollen)