Summary: A reflection on choosing what needs attention first while preserving a shared direction: patience, room for others, and care expressed through small deliberate choices.

The pot was warm, the evening turning cold,
We brought the bowls, the chipped ones and the old.
A knock came softly through the kitchen door,
We moved our plates and made a little more.

Let the first bowl cross the table,
Let the tired hands take their share.
There is time for us to settle,
There is room beside the chair.

The path we drew stayed folded by the bread,
We kept its simple turning in our head.
No need to lose the road because we wait,
The stars will find us when we leave the gate.

Let the first bowl cross the table,
Let the tired hands take their share.
There is time for us to settle,
There is room beside the chair.

The pot grew light, the room grew warm and wide,
We took the road with something more inside.