Conversation moves
like a thread of
light
through the sprawling yards
and on, into the house
where it glances over art,
speaking from walls,
ricochets off of polished floors and
onto the table
where it embraces four
new friends
and settles,
like a sparkle,
onto my champagne glass.
Sip.
Take in the
stories, music, wonders
of those at the breakfast table.
Leave, somehow different and bedazzled.

Breakfast

The best time for planning a book is while you’re doing the dishes. Agatha Christie