My better half reminds me that
this is a free space to do as we please.
Filled with smoke from the coals,
glasses filled with red wine,
and a spread that will satisfy hunger.
The air smells of early summer,
and cheesecake dessert.
Above us are lanterns hung from the rafters.
Disaster is prevented with the help of
calming green and blue candles,
equidistant along the porch.
My better half trains me to be a good host,
always giving as much as the skies can allow.
Spending hundreds as if it were nothing.
For the joy of entertaining and
providing can be a sign of righteousness.
Why is this the only solution for our redemption?
Why does it take us hours and days and
weeks before we realize we need time away?