The Unexpected Guest

by Brett Rutherford

     Why now? And why you,
     darkening my doorway?
                                       — Apollodorus

You, that man-shaped shadow,
threshold-hovering,
what is your business?
Old comrade, come to stay?
Or new one, heaven-sent
in search of the night-joys
my house is famous for?

Who sent you? Oh, that one --
my name inscribed, I see,
on the back of his calling card.
You'd might as well come in,
as a storm is brewing.

You are of age to choose.
Why hesitate, just like
some indecisive cat?

What now, you wavering
phantom, or play of light?
In? Out? Make up your mind!