Where Have You Come From? (Poetry)

You were not here yesterday —
        there was no place set at the table —
                no space for you — no gap
                        in thought or conversation
                                where you might fit.

It is as though both air and life itself —
        the close rhythms of the humdrum day to day
                parted just enough to let you through
                        then moulded seamlessly around
                                to hold you naturally.

But — please explain —

Where have you come from? —
        And was your entrance timed
                to coincide with some great cosmic tide? —
                        Or wish fulfilment —
                                drawn by pure desire?

My muse unpicks the logic — she builds
        a dizzy dream of clouds to sift —
                vague thoughts to ponder on...
                        You have your easy chair to suit your frame
                                dented deep like it was always so

but yesterday — last month — last year
        I lived without knowing you —
                your origin — your name.
                        So tell me — please — I have to ask again —
                                where have you come from?