Quest volunteer Kelsey found this lovely poem about kitchen tables and thought it’d be a brilliant addition to the blog. We agree!
Perhaps the World Ends Here
By: Joy Harjo
The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what,
we must eat to live.
The gifts of the earth are brought and prepared, set on the table.
So it has been since creation, and it will go on.
We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the
corners. They scrape their knees under it.
It is here that children are given instructions on what it means
to be human. We make men at it, we make women.
At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.
Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around
They laugh with us at our poor falling-down selves and as we put
ourselves back together once again at this table.
This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun.
Wars have begun and ended at this table, and have prepared our parents for burial here.
At this table we sing with joy and sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are
laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.
“Perhaps the World Ends Here” from The Woman Who Fell From The Sky by Joy Harjo. Copyright 1994 by Joy Harjo. Reprinted by permission of W.W. Norton & company, Inc.