THE DAY YOU LEFT by Laurie McKean

You know the trick
that whips the tablecloth away
but leaves the china? Well, that time
the table went too. The saucers
and their cups – confused, suspended –
flew awhile. The platters mated
with the forks – mid-air – and made a music
like the little porcelain crack that signals
rupture in a continental plate.

Photo by francescomucio, used and adapted under CC.