Reserve Your Chair
An Invitation to Join the Table
Something was already being prepared for you before you knew to look for it.
There once was a person who moved place to place,
always arriving in someone else’s space.
New cities, new schools, new rooms full of sound,
where everyone somehow already knew how to be found.
They’d stand at the edges and quietly wait,
to see if the welcome was bigger than fate.
But the tables were full and the chairs were pulled in,
and the wondering started again and again.
Is there room here for me?
Does anybody see?
Is the table I’m looking for meant to be?
You know that wondering.
Not because someone told you.
Because you’ve felt it too.
But there is a table prepared. And there is a chair.
It’s pulled out, just for you.
The Table with Mismatched Chairs is coming this fall.
There’s a chair with your name on it.
