buzzing about my kitchen
for two weeks.
it mostly does its thing
while I do mine,
and if I gave it a name
it would surely die.
today, it slows,
lands on this laptop,
as if to say it’s had enough.
I don’t swat it,
just watch,
as the light shifts through the window
and the hum fades.
the glass empties.
the day cools.
I rinse the counter,
close the blinds,
and wonder if that’s all
closing ever is...
the quiet after something small
has finally stopped trying.