Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

A figure came
Not with apprehension
Not with fear

I washed the dishes 
As usual
So usual, normal
I saw him, from the side of my left eye.

My husband, coming home
Walking in the kitchen
As always he does
With his bag and gym garb

Glance again
Not who I thought
Not what I thought
A visitor. 

I don’t know him
But there he was. 
Real, ephemeral and corporeal all the same. 

I hope the space amd welcome I have was well received.