Tuesday

a poem

Tuesday

I heard the words
and stood a while
with my hand on the counter.

The refrigerator hummed
as it always does.

Outside, the light
lay across the yard.

In another house
someone heard the same thing
and went on with supper.

Something in me
would not set it down.

I only know
it had gone
too far,

and I did not know
what was required of me.

I had a slice of pie
and stood at the window,

watching the last light go.