An unordinary guest came to me unexpectedly.
When I woke up it was here uninvited and amusing
darkness still chill on my nose tip
Sleepbound against the blanket
I considered introductions
to the guest so impromptu showing
at the doorstep of my pillow.
Should I shake its hand first, slowly
or touch with the toes miles away there
or introduce myself with the whole body
stretching in the still grey corridors?
While I pondered how to greet thee
you were here with all your presence
glamour maybe or indifference
for how I chose to live you, the day.