The visitor

He knocks on the door
I let him in
Six foot four with ebony skin
A warrior face chiselled fine
Splitting into a smile
Of perfect white teeth beaming
Warmth through the house.
The old man in the chair
Smiles too, quizzically
Not sure who this might be
This alien figure with kind eyes
Who stands proud, straight and strong:
Yet the African stranger doubles over the chair
In big gentle hands
Takes the skeletal fingers
And in deep timbered tones
�Let�s make you comfortable�
He says.