The Blue Picnic Table

A poem about meditating on life.

I sit at a blue picnic table at Abrams Hall.
I sit at a blue picnic table at Abrams Hall
Contemplating my life, my love, my grief.

I sit at a blue picnic table at Abrams Hall
And I meditate on the fresh evening breeze gently blowing
Gently blowing my blonde bangs across my forehead.

I sit at a blue picnic table at Abrams Hall.
The season is Fall, but the warm Georgian air
The warm Georgian air says otherwise.

At Abrams Hall I sit at a blue picnic table
Filled with the emptiness.
Filled with the emptiness of hundreds of concentric circles cut from its surface.
And I contemplate the missing shapes cut from myself.

I sit at a blue picnic table at Abrams Hall
And I see the blue table, blue sky, blue fire hydrant
For what they really are:
Manifestations of Mom's favorite color.
Manifestations of her.

I sit at a blue picnic table at Abrams Hall
And I ponder the blueness within myself.

At Abrams Hall I sit at a blue picnic table.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This one seems to reflect the speaker's grief at the passing of her mother. The pervasiveness of the color blue represents the feelings of depression the death has aroused in her, along with other unresolved issues in her life. This time can be either a time of breaking or a time of healing. But a choice has to be made.