You know the moment,
the one where the person
in or on
the bus, train, park, store or sidewalk
in front of, behind, 3 aisles over, or beside you
starts muttering to themselves.
Your shoulders tense,
your heart beats a little faster,
and you train your attention precisely...
not enough to hear their dark mutterings,
but just enough to hear if the cadence
shifts, or grows louder.
I sometimes wonder where these people are,
in some in-between place
addressing someone else they think they see
sitting on a bus and seeing monsters all around,
or having conversations with those who aren't there.
I wonder if the prophets muttered,
in their painful in-between place,
the voice of God booming into their heads
like a rogue radio signal,
their thoughts hacked,
sitting at the city gate and seeing monsters all around,
or having conversations with a God that no one else saw.
What if there are prophets all around me,
and I've learned to not to hear their dark mutterings,
but just to hear if they grow louder,
and then to run away?