WHEN I SIT DOWN AT MY TABLE I GET A CUP OF COFFEE AND A GLASS OF WATER Poem by Nachoem M. Wijnberg

A hat on my head when I come in; I don't take it off when I sit down.
I hang my coat up on a hook on the wall, next to the photo of a man sitting at the table I always sit at.
The first time I came in I asked who he was and was told he was dead.
But he knew just how to move his mouth to get every word right.
You can't learn that without shadow and mastery in dark layers around your heart, and the outside layer is your coat.