WHO IS THE STRANGER WHO OVERTAKES ME
Who is the stranger who overtakes me
On a dark street and taps me on the shoulder?
I turn and there is nobody there but me,
And lights go on in the house on the corner.
I am familiar with the moment of waking,
Sometimes from a dream, mostly from pure silence
And darkness. But I have never been able to discern
The moment when sleep descends
And takes the book from my hands, the light
From my bedside table, my lover’s hand
From mine. It is a mystery as unfathomable
As Death, which I suppose will be as gentle
And fleeting, an angel-guide for the lost ghost.
I shall wonder forever about these things
Like a child winking at the mirror, trying
To catch a glimpse of myself with my eyes closed.