Long Weekend

LONG WEEKEND

The long nights questioning 

if something is alive up there

have been laid to rest, the sporadic

pattering above us answer enough. 

And if it doesn’t take an architect

to know that the air and water flow

somewhere below the middle floors, 

the pull-down attic door was sealed 

before our residence, and the hatch 

to the crawlspace offers room 

for no more than a peak into its

dark entanglements. Before we can see

what we’re dealing with there is 

the problem of access to address,

a puzzle which in itself requires 

we strap on a headlamp 

and pry open the part of us 

that stays the hammer in our hands.