A speck in the sea where the tall waves met, Too tiny for maps to fully be set. No bridges, no crowds - just sun soaked and wet, A lone little haven you’ll never forget.

I wait beside feasts yet I’m never consumed. A silent attendant where spills are presumed. I fold into shapes or I hide in plain sight. A small, humble helper in linen or white.

I'm a storage space, it's true, Sounding like an artist, through and through. What am I?

You will never guess me, just cant be done

I am literally a stretch of cloth. I like to hang out and relax, and when you see me, so do you!