On passing
published: 2009-04-28Something passed through me last night.
I couldn’t sleep.
And when it felt like I was,
asleep,
it came.
In a rush,
like a wave,
like a wave,
that did not cover me,
nor smother me.
It passed through me.
Good or evil?
The answer spoke in silent darkness:
good comes in confidence,
sheds no doubt,
removes fear.
Then came my son,
sheds no doubt,
removes fear.
Then came my son,
flying on tears,
crying,
“I’m scared.”
He lay next to me.
I held him,
smelled his hair,
whispered “there there.
Everything will be all right.
It’s gone now.”
See, it only passed through me,
last night.
I hate it when that happens.