"Perhaps The World Ends Here"
Today, I came across this lovely poem (you can hear her read aloud at the link) by Joy Harjo. (h/t Austin Kleon)
The central object of the poem is the kitchen (or dinner) table. It's a simple piece of furniture that just blends into the background of our homes. At the same time, it is also a focal point for so many of life's events — whether they be joyful or full of sorrow.
After all, as the poem's opening line says:
The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.
If you like poems like this, consider reading Ada Limon's "The Raincoat" for a glimpse at how moments of care are often quiet and unseen.