If things in my house
could speak
I’ve noticed
that the same things
that used to
bring joy,
evoke fun
spark astonishment for art and beauty
make me marvel at human invention
and trigger humming

…these things now glare back at me
with demands:
dust me, polish me!
handle me with care
put me on display
invite people over to see me
show me off…look at me….
They ask…why have you ignored me?

I am thinking my house has become
a very noisy place.

Perhaps the most noisy ones
are really asking to go somewhere else…
I am liking that idea.
To ignore or not to ignore—that is the question.

If I were a NASA telescope,
the new capacities to see
light beyond the event horizon
makes me focus on new sources
of joys, fun, and astonishment
not dependent upon the things
behind my house key

It will still be hard to decide
which things stay
and which will go.