Visitor Poem by Luke Fellner

There is a man.
Tall and mysterious
drenched in cloth,
carrying a cane

There is a man.
We hear of him,
talk about him
but live from him
or so we believe.

Because one day
the man will knock
on your neighbor's door,
with an outreached hand.

'It's time' he'll say,
the man you never thought
you would see
but here he is,
taking a friend,
taking a son,
taking a family.

Look upon
that empty house.
And realize,
how close he is.