Story Poem, Nr.03 — An Angel Visiting

It was a tranquil morning and  
quite nothing came to me  
no inspiration landed free  
no nothing could I feel  
a kind of state that merely “is”  
some tasks that need be done  
to boil the kettle, feed the cat  
and cut the breakfast buns  
  
no high or low disturbed my mind  
it all seemed rather flat  
no awkward stuff to contemplate  
or question where it’s at  
when suddenly the doorbell rang  
an angel stood and said  
“we’ve got a job for you to do  
to raise the living-dead”  
   
“That’s fine” I winced “please do come in  
can hear the kettle’s ready”  
and he said “no, I’d best be off  
I’ve given you the message”  
“O.K, bye-bye” I closed the door  
to pour a cup for me  
and sat down slowly on my chair  
then let my mind run free  
   
I thought it’s not a question of  
a story with a moral  
which you extract, hang on the wall  
then junk the story’s middle  
but rather it’s that we’re the tale  
and play the many roles …  
today an angel visiting  
was simply one of those.