visitors

you don't see a lot of flies at night
i'm watching one right now
making its way off of the french doors

what spectacular doors
they look out to the backyard
yes, might as well call it club basco
this little spot in downey

and oh many a face come and pass through this door
many a new, many an old
it's like we used to say
it's a dinner table

the dinner table
made up of many chairs
not any specific numeric
however what does count here
are the people occupying the seats

here is a place for the permanance
the family usually
sitting atop of chairs built from history
and childhood rivalry
learning how to walk
getting treats from the ice cream truck

then reserved seating for the 'might as well be family'
cause your so damn close you bear witness to the turbulence
not just the earthquakes in your life,
the earthquakes that occur at the table
the earthquakes that involve the whole
you might not be at every meal, but there is
always a seat of your design awaiting you

then seats prepared for the visitors
those who come and go as they please
always entertained
always honored to have them
they drop in for a meal every once and awhile
always about them, never about us
they come with tears, with their stories and luggage of life
they come with pain, enter the hurt
but they will always leave smiling
feel a little less heavy
and always welcome back

there goes that fly again
i opened the door to let it out into the world
it doesn't want to leave
so here it will stay on this chair beside me
buzzing with me tonight
just this night