They Sit Together on the Porch

They Sit Together on the Porch

They sit together on the porch, the dark
Almost fallen, the house behind them dark.
Their supper done with, they have washed and
dried
The dishes–only two plates now, two glasses,
Two knives, two forks, two spoons–small work
for two.
She sits with her hands folded in her lap,
At rest. He smokes his pipe. They do not speak,
And when they speak at last it is to say
What each one knows the other knows. They have
One mind between them, now, that finally
For all its knowing will not exactly know
Which one goes first through the dark doorway,
bidding
Goodnight, and which sits on a while alone.

— Wendell Berry, from A Timbered Choir

This poem is offered as part of our December theme: House & Home

T. S. Poetry

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