I have been painting the walls of this place
in preparation for your arrival.
The decanters are polished and arranged in a row
and they a hold a sign between them
that says they have been waiting for your hands.
The tables and the windows have been dusted.
When the light comes in, it has a place to sit.
It can fold its hands between the set of my best silver
and find itself gorging on the warmth of my kitchen.