Verse: Visitors

The visitors
are in my house
and rifling through
my effects

my intrigues
and inconsistencies
and the secrets
that I protect

And they ask
who I am
when the night
is unfolding
and they ask
who am I
that the wind
is scolding
and they ask
who I will be
tomorrow

The visitors
are gathering
evidence and they
will not relent

One by one
they have seen my heart
and they know
my true intent

And they ask
who I am
when no one
is speaking
and they ask
who am I
that the rain
is seeking
and they ask
who I will be
tomorrow

The visitors
are assembling now
and preparing a banquet

where the things
I can't remember
conspire against
all I cannot forget

and they ask
who I am
that the gods
are exempting
and they ask
who am I
that the muses
are tempting
and they ask
who I will be
tomorrow

the visitors
are gathering their coats
and making
their retreat

frightened by
something they found
their inquiries are
incomplete

But who am I
when they leave me
alone
and who am I
when I answer
the phone
and who will I be
when they call again
tomorrow