Just a taste of wine left in the glass.
We linger around the seder table
Full of empty plates.
Fragrances linger, like memories to nourish the mind.
Outside the night deepens, yet I must leave
For a meeting, for people, for work.
Shall I leave this glass, not quite empty,
Another cup for Elijah?
No. We are all Elijah,
And live with our hats on.
I'll drain the last drops and depart.
Jon Robison Poetry 