Heart pounding, I peer at the basement pipes–
a muffled rush of water has startled the silence.
What uninvited stranger has entered from the street
and peed in my house?
Or, have I forgotten I have a family up there
busy scrubbing muddy boots in the tub
drawing a bath for a baby
blotting blood from palms and pants?
But the dog naps knowing
no one is there–
It is just the dishwashing machine
cleaning that same plate,
sending the ghosts of children and men
running through the walls.
– Teresa Kiplinger
See how I incorporate my poetry into my jewelry work.