Something

What flung itself up from the thing,
So flappous as it flew?
I knew not what was happening
As it came thussing through,

That blurred agnostibility,
That absolute Oh-my!,
Showing only its mystery,
No who what where or why!

Come back! Reveal your who and what!
Explain your where and why!
You can, of course, keep hiding, but
You need not be so shy.

Or did you hide for my own good?
Perhaps I wish to see
A something that I never should—
Whatever you may be.



Copyright © 2006 Michaelanthony Mitchell