Something More
As much as music it was fog,
as cold descending,
as candles stayed unlit,
as if daylight was more than daylight.
It was not ceremonial,
a stillness filling a doorway.
A reverie not yet begun,
pedestrians stopped,
mediums stumped.
No one could have choreographed it,
nor was there need for naming it,
not paid for, done for the taking,
nothing held back.
The accidental whelming up:
antiques totalled, squatters edgy, swat teams
with their sawed off shotguns at the ready,
data eclipsing tact.
Frank C. Praeger is a retired biologist who lives in the Keweenaw which is a peninnsula that juts out from the northwest corner of the Upper Pennisula of Michigan into Lake Superior. His poetry has appeared in various journals in both UK and USA.