when death flowed over the window sill,
holding my breath to still my heart
and under blankets with my eyes
shut tight against the darker darkness
of eternal night
I prayed to who knows who that they would
make things right
it happened so
that darkness went,
it seems that who knows who
did know and heard my plea
I owe a debt to he or she
who knows who that is.
© 2017, John Smallshaw.