That Nagging Sensation

It started with my shirts,

then the cat, photos,

words on paper, one by one,

a slow transformation

barely noticed

Everything monochrome

with rounded edges,

flat

like Keanu Reeves,

completely lacking affect

After an indoor summer

already leaves turn red,

soon will be ash,

& I’m living with ghosts

of people who are still alive

Always a child crying

in our neighborhood,

wails wafted on muslin curtains

otherwise peaceful

in the breeze

What happens to voices

when windows close against cold

with insufficient sun

to hedge

against whispering

Sharing on the Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden today