He’s a King, so I thought I would need to
Welcome with pomp and circumstance
Cultivate the right moment
Set everything in perfect order
Before asking him to come.
Clean and orderly
Table set perfectly
Not a hair out of place
But my expectations- how I thought it should be –
Just pushed our meeting back repeatedly
Until I missed him enough
To invite him into the imperfection
Of my real and messy life
He didn’t mind the mess
Now we visit first thing in the morning
With coffee on my loveseat.