Soup

This, is a day for soup!
Thick, steaming, with
large chunks of kobucha, and
chickpeas! Some with their skins
still half-on
maybe in a miso base.

Curled into my ancient corner chair,
beside the dusty radiator
now thucking it’s way back to life
from Summer sleep,
beneath the cool glass of the

dirty window that sets the floorboards of my living room
alight like a stage,
and in the shower of sunlit dust that
sparkles like streetlight snow
in the early Autumn
morning light.