Noise In The Kitchen

only happens when I’m not looking

sounds oddly comforting,
as if some beloved pet was simply
chewing on a favorite toy

but all the pets are accounted for
when it happens again

something going about its business
with no concern for me

construction in the street can’t explain it
I’ve checked for mice and there’s no sign of them
and I know how the house settles — this
is different

and again, nothing to be seen in there
when I try to sneak up on it

so
what could be so calm
and thoughtful as to live beside me
without my being aware of it
having approved it
or having brought it here

it’s going to drive me crazy
until I know

so I’ll wait
do nothing
remain still
all day if necessary
until I have learned the truth

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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