Sometimes in this quiet house
upon the hill
alone in the kitchen
there's a silence
that seems far too loud
as if there's a crowd
but no
it's just me
and maybe a small mouse
lost in the corner
along with the thoughts
that constantly overwhelm
persistent they are
my greatest companion
while I sit on the counter
lost in the inter-company
between reality and fantasy
in this little house
on the big hill
in that dark street
that's far too big for just me
and that hidden mouse
-Kaya Siig
