A VISIT FROM NO ONE Poem by Juan Manuel Roca

The rattle of the window
With the August winds
Is the music of No One.
When the air comes into the house
Like a puff from a genius
And the papers fly
And the doors are drumming,
One expects the presence of Someone.
But Someone doesn't come.
It is No One who brings
Abducted smells from kitchens nearby,
Rumours from the curtains' skirts,
Uncertain reasons.
The bedroom door
Opens like a solitary flower
Repeating the trick:
Someone doesn't appear,
For the visitor is No One.
The proof of his passing through,
His visiting card
Is there in the leaves of the orange tree
That looks through the window,
In the newspaper that flies,
In the portraits askew.
The wind always announces
The coming of No One.