It's Still Life

Day 28 NovPAD Challenge

The Architecture of a Moment

The Meal

The table is set for the living and the gone
Empty chairs hold their stories, their names
A sun that never truly leaves the table’s light

II. For November’s Poem-a-Day Challenge

The Architecture of What Is

I have an acute and well-earned
understanding of loss.
I know, in my marrow,
the simple physics of breaking,
how easily a thing becomes shattered.

And I have learned, over years,
the slow, imperfect craft of mending.

So I move with caution.
A student of fragile things.
I treat this world like thin glass,
and myself as a careful guest.
I try to greet its inhabitants
with hands that remember
how difficult it is
to put anything back together.

And perhaps my life adds little
to the ledger of grand achievements.
But I have always trusted deed over claim.
The quiet act of care,
the choice not to break,
the patient reconstruction of hope.

It is a small architecture,
built not for glory, but for shelter.
And I have found it
a worthy design.