A visitor from an obscure religious order
Walked unannounced into the room
Where my wife was sleeping.
Would it be better to come back
Some other time, he said, keeping
His voice to a whisper. I agreed
That it would, but he remained
Where he was. Shall I lead
You in prayer? There’s no need,
I replied, from my point of view,
And as for my wife you can see
She’s sleeping. The sense of hearing,
He assured me, is the last to go.
As politely as I could, at the end
Of my patience, I showed him the door.