Ushered by a child to a table
to sit invisible in a service
dead-as-door-knob zone.

Watching service rendered
inefficiently to all others
by new highschool graduates.

Where one thing at a time
belays the visually apparent
fact they have two hands.

A drink served, from a bar
poorly provisioned without
limes on a busy weekend.

But we have bread and oil
and water, for the hour we
wait for our salads.

And yet we are seated,
listening to piped in jazz music
and each other…

We are not in a hot  sun
waiting in some monstrous
queue for a handout of food.

We are not lacking for
indoor air conditioning
and restroom facilities.

Our car waits in the lot
and we need not trek
to a border, or crowd in a boat.

We only require patience
and the recollection of how
greatly we are blessed…

and newly thankful for the lesson.