Confrontation

radio
candle
mirror and movies
on the rack

witnesses
that may not know
how to testify

but
they see me
here

thinking of nothing

judging
the placement
of my
possessions

what must they think of me
crying poverty of experience
and boredom

while a hawk
hunts from the tree
just outside the window
raccoons are sleeping under the porch
and (the story goes)
no human on the planet
is less than six feet
from a spider

they cry

at least
turn us on
light me up
or look within

if you can’t be bothered
to step outside