Evening (a poem)

A surprisingly grey day. Instead of going to the usual second-Saturday readings, I stayed home and made soup…

Rainfall and candlelight
across the room
shadows on the wall

The old man, alone
with no one else
but the creature in momentary hibernation

A bowl of soup
and a cup of coffee
for warmth this night

The words on the page
empty promises
silent cries

but at the same time
acts of hope
and a belief in love

(14 May 2016)