The question is by not appearing at the door
does Elijah deliver a greater gift of wisdom,
or is the disappointment of his dependable absence
a secret message only prophets can understand?
I must admit I think prophets are good neighbors.
But then I don't like anyone dropping by without
calling first. I enjoy knowing he won't be there.
In fact, I've come to depend on it. My sons expect
the unexpected, their innocence looks forward
to disappointment. Do I have any idea what I'm
trying to say? I enjoy my faith in the mystery
of my ignornace. I enjoy expecting nothing
but further mystery. I only wish I could find a properly
mysterous last line on which to end.
Goodbye dear Prophet of absence.
May the year bring further wisdom. May you
once again fail to appear at my door!