Dinner company

 Requires that the split personality

 Meld for a more gracious hostess.

 The day’s thoughts-chaos and weariness

 Forced to the backseat

 While social graces take the wheel.

 It’s not dishonest

 – I don’t think –

 But therapeutic:

 My self blessedly forced to give way

 To your self

 To the hospitality’s remedy 

 Of your preferences, your comfort.

 Up and out from my own stagnant waters 

 To the living, rushing waters of present others

 Makes being a good sharer

 So much more than the stuff of playground politics,

 The “I” put aside

  In deference to the “you”

 Is the great healer.