Will it happen when I least expect it?
Leaving no time to dissect it,
Or reflect upon its meaning or its way?
Or will those around me seem to know,
Somehow see a shadow grow,
But never find just the right words to say?
Will I even be aware that suddenly it’s sitting there?
That where nothing was it slipped into the void?
Or will I be all overcome, wondering where it’s coming from,
Fumbling from relief to being slightly annoyed?