Loudly

There was
an affectionate creak
in the floor
of my foundation
A footstep
trespassed here
with delicate
passing
A scent
unknown to me
trembled above
and the walls knew
it would happen
again

A terrible hour
drew in and held close
the memory
of a thousand hours
given to all
and no one
whispering,
loudly

Poetry in Process:

Selected poems to be included in "When Light Makes Long Shadows: A Collection of Poetry" due for publication in 2009.