So that’s it then, all packed?
The wind sighed like a dog
And set off sirens of tiny
Abstract creaks, mechanical, starting
From the window
Sill and down the stairs that craved tread and
Thus leaned heavily unto themselves,
Imagining weight,
And I thought of a phrase no
A joke my dad had said once about
The words he spoke entering my brother’s
Ear and exiting the other with so little
Friction they might as well
Have whistled –
I cross the hollow room towards the light panel
To see the outside tree line
Lean as they are pushed delicately
Until there’s hush and they regain posture,
Absolved.