What happened jolted thought
played with foundation belief
left streets empty, only dogs
barked, speculation rabid
behind closed doors, yet poets
mulled the hour, sure of its coming
as an old text taken from the shelf
worn leafs turned to the page
underlined, marked, notations
having appeared before, a pattern
of revelation, linking recognition
as lines randomly laid down
written out, received from somewhere.
© Jan G. Otterstrom F.
June 13, 2014