On the sidewalk, he talked to many people
But they were not to be seen.
As he approached me, I wondered,
Does my “here” exist for him?
But he spoke to me as to those other –
so I am real,
And the King of Austria introduced himself
And me to his own cloud of witnesses.
People who were there for him if not for anyone else.
He talked to me and to them in turns.
Seeking help and advice and counsel from us all.
At times I could not keep up, but as time went on
It was no longer strange, or weird, or uncomfortable
Instead, it was what it was:
I’ve been asked to explain it, teach it even.
But had I ever really lived like someone whose whole life was prayer?
I held the door open a little longer than usual as he/they left
Just to be certain they all went with him.
But when the curtain, the door closed
It might just have been that
One or two
Just waiting for me to pray.