If in the dark
you fumbled for the switch
and instead your hand came to rest
upon the sharp jagged edge of the unknown
and felt the hot air
or is it breath?
Was it the settling of the house
or maybe it was the low trembling growl
from the unseen beast
or better yet the rumbling
from his empty stomach?
Would you become breathless
and stand still in the new fear
as you prayed to an unknown God?
Would you quickly rip your hand away
and let forth a scream from your lips
filled with the life of your lungs?
Would you hurl yourself forward
in the deluded hope of finding the light?
Me
I would smile and say,
"I have been waiting for you my friend.
What took you so long?"
