When I looked up from my blank page <br />there was an angel in the room. <br />A rather common place angel, <br />presumably of lower rank. <br />You cannot imagine, he said, <br />the degree to which you're dispensable. <br />Of the fifteen thousand hues of blue, <br />he said, each one makes more of a difference <br />Than anything you may do <br />or refrain from doing, <br />Not to mention the feldspar <br />or the Great Magellanic Cloud. <br />Even the most common Plantain, unassuming <br />as it is, would leave a gap. Not you. <br />I could tell from his bright eyes - <br />he hoped for an argument, for a long fight. <br />I did not move.I waited in silence <br />until he had gone away.<br /><br />Hans Magnus Enzensberger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-visit-25/
