I keep catching tiny movements
in corners of the house. I look more closely
and find…nothing. But I’m sure of what I saw.
Something is here that stays only enough out of sight
to be elusive and yet comes into view often enough
to make it impossible to ignore.
Perhaps I’m losing my mind from seeing
all the demons we always knew were there
in the outside world coming out from under rocks
and crawling out of the garbage. Then again,
I’m assuming bad intent here. Maybe these are
benevolent? Then why hide? I could use a friend.
Maybe they came here
to hide from the demons
only to find me, and that is why they hide.
All I know for sure is that I’m getting used
to the idea of the unseen appearing in corners
I never used to look at
and in spite of myself, I’m beginning to think
that it might not be safer to keep my eyes closed,
but it might be more comfortable in the short run.