Who is that walking past my door?
It is the wind and nothing more.
For a moment a shadow hesitates,
Then it goes on and through the gate.
Who is whispering outside this wall?
I’m sure if I looked I’d see nothing at all.
Is there a person playing a mean trick?
Doesn’t he know I could be really sick?
I’m holding my breath within this cell.
The shadow is back and I know him well.
Around this bed my friends gather and talk.
They remember how we used to walk.
All voices hush as someone passes the door.
I thought, It is the wind and nothing more.
My friends are leaving with tears in their eyes.
I’m puzzled and ask, “What’s the matter, guys?”
But they ignore me as they go out the door.
One said, “It is the wind and nothing more.”
I don’t understand this turn of events.
I’ve tried to comprehend but it doesn’t make sense.
I turn to my new friend as we go out the door.
I ask, “Is it really the wind and nothing more?”
“Your friends are mistakenly blaming the wind.
But their way of thinking will come to an end.
Some will greet me as I enter their room.
Others will panic at my voice of doom.
You heard me walking past your door.
I enter with the wind, but I’m much, much more.
- Quandary (mohitar.wordpress.com)