The Dark Guest

Two cups of coffee,
one cup of tea;
it is Wednesday
morning and I’m lost
among the furniture left behind
by the wind and the rain
of the Dark Guest’s time here.

I will gather myself after tea,
steel myself against what may come,
and face the insidious wind
and poisonous rain of the Dark Guest.

It’s nothing, really; nothing
to be concerned about for more
than a moment. The Dark Guest
only has a moment, a brief moment
to act and then the winds and the rain
will take over and wash him away.

I will be changed, and you
will be changed, and when the light returns
we will rub our eyes as if nothing
happened, as if the Dark Guest
was gone with a clap of our
damp but drying windblown hands.

Until then, we have work to do.
Have coffee, have tea;
we put our shoulders down.
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onward,
T