One Community One

The hand picked up the object
From the end table. The lamp
Was lit. The legs crossed themselves.

The fingers tapped a little.
They were always tapping some.
The lips pursed. The eyes looked down.

Twilight settled into night
And collected Christmas lights.
The sound of a basketball

In the park across the wall,
Rattling a hoop and backboard,
Stopped. There had been an earthquake,

A small one, a single boom
And rattled detonation
That could have been mistaken,

Almost, for some construction
Earlier that afternoon.
The eyes looked up at the blinds.