Colour of the light...

The Napkin or?

Folds down each middle,
Separates halves,
Who will have which side?

Or shapes, maybe.
Sitting like rigid birds,
Waiting to be dissembled.

What we dictate,
The cloth bends outwards,
But to who?

Patterns lie flat,
Outspoken to all,
Yet vulnerable to change.

Materials whisper on the breeze,
Holding down,
The bench,
The table,
The plate,
The friends,
The enemy,
The people,
Peace on Earth?

Plain cotton silent,
Silent disaster,
Silent wars,
Silent refugees,
Don't say a word,
Don't look,
Open to ignorance,
Close to the outside.

Pull each side,
Pull away your:
Complacency...
Assertiveness...
Moving to one or the other,
Through stubborn.