Just as I decide

There’s nothing true

About me (can’t tell

if I’m more despised

or ignored, my mind’s

warding off or reeling in

someone who could scald me

with a spoon of chatter),

just then I decide

in my seclusion, there’s a cabin

by the stream and the jangled speech

of a person is hushed enough

so I say Hello No One,

can you hear me?

In the rushes I spook

a few geese into flight.