The waiter doesn’t remove an inch of my happiness
when he strips the perfectly placed plates and glasses
on the riverside table for four
showered under the dim rays of a weathered Almada street light
Instead he makes space for more food and drink
to nourish my growing universe
that folds and expands like waves in the milky way
He makes space for silence
so that galaxies can grow in my mind
content in all its brilliant solidarity
I am woman enough
to fill every seat at this candlelit table
in the merry-go-round of lovers and friends
who dine with the Rio Tejo
–
Words by Zoe Kassiotis
Photography by Annabel Bowles
This piece was originally published in Edition 28
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