The Sound of You (anapestic trimeter)

Your thoughts click and buzz with the tools that you use
as you fill up the house with the sound of hard rock,
podcasts and YouTube on three screens always running
in the background. You leave them on droning without

you there. I find them annoying and lonely—  
a waste of electricity made
with the solar panels that you installed.
Some days I wish they would stop, turn off

by themselves and leave me in silence and calm.
But then you would be gone and I would miss
your thunking footsteps, your hum, how you turn
your frustrations into strings of swear words

and then smile when you see me listening along.
I wonder, what do you find in my quiet?
Do you hear the scratch of my thoughts on paper
or the sound of my watercolor dreams?

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You are most likely to find Katrina Serwe foraging poems on Wisconsin’s Ice Age National Scenic Trail. You can find some of her trail poems in her chapbook First Steps, released this spring with Brain Mill Press. www.katrinaserwe.com