Every so often,
I’d say about once or twice a week,
the window in my living room
makes a little click noise
loud enough to get my attention.
It sounds like a miniature sone tapping against it.
But it isn’t that.
If feels more structural,
something moving that shouldn’t be moving.
I have literally no idea what it is.
Genuinely.
There’s no pattern to when it happens.
I’m clueless.
I like to think it’s the walls stretching
one inch too far after an afternoon nap,
its bones saying Pop!
But it isn’t that.
I have absolutely no clue.
I don’t think I have the energy to know.

© Carl Burkitt 2020