Interview; The Day Of Reckoning

A letter beckons me, me alone,
I am intrigued, afraid and silent,
They wish to read my humble words,
They wish to meet me face to face,
I am struck by a nervous fear,
And I am overcome by a breeding of thoughts.

Up on a train, through the countryside, silent,
Giving the city of my dreams a face,
Such a pretty cathedral, these are my thoughts
In order to block out the ravenous fear,
They have judged me on my humble words,
And tomorrow, they will meet me, alone.

The dawning morning sunshine greets my face,
A pleasant surprise, but no anodyne to my fear,
In the shower, dripping fear, so alone,
Planning carefully my precious words,
Will it be the spectre illum'ed in my thoughts?
I hope so. I pray to nothing, most silent.

Each tree, each house, each cloud full of fear,
Everywhere, elegant scribbles of words,
I sit there, I ponder, I worry, silent,
A bus seat shared with a company of thoughts,
I hear obnoxious rival voices. I am not alone.
And there is trepidation on every face.

But oh!, what if I let go of my words?
If they drift off to space above my thoughts?
The perplexed interrogation from a blank face
To my side of the table, my safety alone,
Tongue-tied, I fall, I am ineligible and silent
In my armoured bosom, this is my greatest fear.

The daydream is released from my thoughts,
I tread heavy towards the dark room, alone,
Each word I articulate is dry with fear,
Protracted, my single audience is silent,
I try to divulge comfort from the expressionless face,
But the only safety is to cling to my words.

Now I am alone.
Contemplation is silent.
I wait for their words.