Precious

How many days did it take for us to find fire? The magic grain of wheat? The apple tree? The pot, the spoon, the fork? The wooden table? The embroidered tablecloth? The lit candle? The steady chairs? Dear, devoted friends? Each other? Days! O days! — you who have come so far from the depths of the cave to the laying of a delicious table, together, under one safe roof — you never said, you never said, what an enormous price, to reach tonight, you paid to time, with no return...