The poem

The poem came to me

in a midnight


like the spirits

who visited Scrooge.


It came and knocked

at the door to

my mind,

but the door

was locked and bolted,

with a sign that read,

“Do not disturb!”


The poem wanted

to have its way

with me,

and so barged in

to ravage sleep

and wake

my thoughts

and grasp my will,

to let it be written

down and then

it would be

at peace.


And here its sits

in words

that had to be



that forced their way

through my psyche

to be formed

in that indelible


upon a page.