ABSENTIA

 

ABSENTIA

There is a stranger in my home---
A stranger---stranger than anyone I have
ever seen anywhere.

Shrouded in silence, he stands smiling---
A smile more tender than early sun
and cooler than morning dew

His unwavering poise unsettles me.

I freeze in dread and
seethe in anger
as time stands still
and the man smiles on…

Ever so slowly,
as if unwilling,
the man fades---

The smile, but, lingers
like the Cheshire cat’s grin.

I turn to myself
And find myself nowhere.

There is a smile beaming in my home.