Setting the Table

The hydrangeas, each sepal - tinted green 

like the shallow water of the bay, stand 

abundant, lissome in a tall blue vase. 

They keep an eye on me as I set the table.

The deliciousness of the evening will not be the food 

but the way the napkins rest on turquoise plates, against 

the pattern of the orange and yellow ironed cloth —in candlelight.

Where vertical lines of mis-matched silverware 

intersect with the arching of gooseneck loosestrife

and English ivy in mason jars. 

And stemmed wine glasses continue the curve into a closed form.

But for now - forks, knives, spoons, napkins tucked in silver rings,

are all in place — the finishing touches of an art exhibit 

before the reception begins.