What is That?

It's keeping me
from sleep.

Is it my bones making

that awful noise?

Is it my feet?

Is it the winter cold

howling through

the various cracks

and crevices of my

apartment?

Am I grinding my

teeth?

Are my neighbors

hiding a Yeti?

A Sasquatch?

Are there children

under the stairs?

I can’t see it.

I can only hear it.

The creaking.

It sounds like a noise

a Hollywood studio

would use to simulate

the sounds on a Pirate

ship as it drifts across

a watery soundstage.

Is it an Earthquake?

Is it the end of the world?

Is it love?

Is it hate?

Is it just what it is

without meaning or

substance?  

Is it the sound of

skeletons dancing

around a funeral pyre?

Is it a thousand ancestors

stirring in wooden caskets

under ground?

No, wait… It’s just the wind.