Perhaps the World Ends Here, Joy Harjo – 1951-
“The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.
The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.
We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.
It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.
At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.
Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our children. They laugh with us at our poor falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back together once again at the table.
This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun.
Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate the terrible victory.
We have given birth on this table, and have prepared our parents for burial here.
At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.”
I had a grand adventure today, and thanks to Maggie Jacobs, I got to tour and photograph some pretty cool stuff. We were directed to this old dairy as an aside to our adventure. Maggs and I wondered aloud how such a grand building could fall into disrepair, a slate roof with tile shingles, sturdy wood and stone throughout. But many do for one reason or another. The lucky ones are reborn. This is a stupendous building inside and out, and it, too, is just waiting to be reborn. I think it will be in good time. I’ll look forward to it. I also look forward to more adventures with Maggie.