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Monday 10 February 2020

In this morning’s Meditation

In this morning’s Meditation
I thought of the waiter
In the outdoor bar in Florence

How did he get to that place
Why did he leave his home
Where did he live in Croatia

Whose national football team he loved
Whose people he was so proud of
Whose needs he could not yet satisfy

Where does he go to in Firenze
When his day shift is completed
Or does he work late into the night

Surely his shelter
Is not in a Medici palace
Or even a four-star five-star hotel

His spirit comes alive with conversation
He is sharp with a swift humorous retort
Which makes the four of us smile

Yet he doesn’t quite share
In the shelter of our covered table
From which soon we will get up and leave

Is this his vacation workplace
Does he have family, children perhaps
I hope he finds a shelter which suits him