I am away
from the hurl and burly of life:
I lurk in my house,
watching the enemy go by
The street is empty:
my enemy is invisible –
he may kill me
or he may not
I cannot hold your hand
or comfort you
in case the enemy leaps
from your back to mine
He may leap
or he may not
He is not in my house
as far as I know
He may be
or he may not:
he may have been
and gone
There is no way
of knowing
The sun is shining
but I cannot leave my house:
I am probably too old –
I may be
or I may not
There is no hurl and burly of life anywhere:
everyone is in their houses
They cannot go out:
they have forgotten the password
They may retrieve it
or they may not
God has the key:
He may throw it to us –
we may catch it,
or we may not