OVERHEAD

I hear sound through the wall

Writing

I awake to sounds

as I do most mornings

from something that doesn’t belong

here.


The kettle hisses

the floorboards groan

and a chair

gasps.


Sip. Smack. Sigh.

Just around sunrise

around my home

around me.


I’ve made it clear

to this

guest

that I do not want it here

by perching the kettle too high

prying nails up along its path

turning the chairs to the wall

and yet it stays.


Sometimes

when little is pending

after such little rest

I get closer

hugging the wall

and turning my head

to try to hear

its breath.


Too steady.


Tomorrow morning

when it repeats

its mistake

it will sit in

my chair

and I will knock

and it will knock

the wall it faces.


Knock.


It will rise timidly

and check around the corner

through the doorway

to see nothing.

it


Knock.


It’ll return to my chair

looking left


then right


then to me


and I will ask gently

from the warmth of my walls

what it is doing

in them.