I was done at the restaurant.
I finished a simple soup a fragile meal.
Time was brought to heel.
The night abandoned silent
I was the only client.
A gentle gale
boats refusing to sail.
The waiter asked to take the plates away
I said no let the table speak it's way.
The half empty glass red wine
complimented a cloth to shine.
Capture the moment
a clock lost its movement
Feelings found solent