I wonder what you will look like,
when you come for me.
Will you ring a bell
to announce yourself?
Will you wear a black robe
and carry a weapon?
Or, will you stealthily
come in the night,
when I am sleeping?
I wonder if you will
have a recognizable face,
or wear a mask
to hide your identity.
I know that you will come.
I know that you are coming
for me.
Will I have time
to bargain with you?
Will I be granted
the grace of a warning?
What if I still have things to do?
What if there are others
who need me?
Do you have feelings
for those you visit?
Do you bring a gift
along with your message?
I wonder whether
you will allow me
the benefit of waiting
until I have done what
I need to do?
Perhaps I will hide from you,
in a place where you do not go.
Perhaps I can avoid
your visit
for a little while.
I promise that I will not
be a problem.
I promise that I will
tell others to acknowledge you,
and I promise that I will
answer the door
when the doorbell rings.
