Making Soup for Myself
Making Soup for Myself
by Karin Hedetniemi
steam rising, a spa in my tiny kitchen
the dog moving gently behind me,
little ghost steps, sniffing
broth, white beans, wilted spinach
still bright, a pinch of parmesan, herbs,
one slice of crusty bread
this ceremony of plating, ladling out
soup in a sunflower wide bowl
seeing my reflection in the window
that aging woman eating soup
that young girl all alone
nourishing herself
Karin Hedetniemi photographs, writes, and makes soup on Vancouver Island, Canada. Her creative work has appeared in Grain, Welter, Lunch Ticket, Reed Magazine, and other literary journals. Find her at AGoldenHour.com or on socials @karinhedet.
