Rests by the bed, eager to soothe the paler dusk.

The street in view stretching the end,
The corner lamp lighting the silhouette
Of a family in collective prayers.

With each stir, reversing my day
To the creek side benches,
The ducks looking for food and
The bay for a ferry to come.

A helpless afternoon in spite of the sun trying its best.

The tall figure bent with unkempt hair and
An old printed gown, slit going way up,
Cursing God aloud.
A hung cloak, black and bared chest, fading in uneasy steps.
Slightly framed husband and wife of age
Unwrapping sandwiches under own sunlit patches.

Each sip receding promise of peace.

Heavily breathing night,
Through the cracks into the homes advancing.
My fingers tightening around now empty cup
Like a mother keeping the child close to her breast.