2010 Poetry Parade: Day 8
At the Mahogany Table
I am retired now, and I have time,
Time to rise late and go to bed late
I cherish the luxury of listening to Charlie
interview people from all walks of life.
How easy it is for me to admire this Rose
with his good looks and tailored suits.
He knows he has won the job lottery,
talking to famous folks around the world.
But his home court, his uncut diamond is
rotunda in shape, made of Mahogany.
The background is usually pitch-black
and the set is noiseless where he sits,
slightly hunched over with a tired face
he has read their books, seen their movies,
enjoyed their concerts, listened to their politics,
and poked into their being with revealing questions.
He washes away their inner fears and jitters,
taking you and them on a gentle journey
where we discover what makes them tick,
what matters most, and what challenges lie ahead.
Charlie understands, appreciates and explores
their passions, while he cradles to his chest
what makes their lives worth living
and their sojourn so important.
By doing so, our lives become richer and fuller.
We may even daydream about Charlie calling us
“Joe, come sit at my Mahogany table
and share how poetry can save the planet.”
© by Joe Sottile.
Used with the author’s permission.