Elegant False Exits

A little calm, incomplete.
Shreds of paper dust the floor.
The oven clicks as it bakes.

If it makes sense, if it is
Detailed in the present tense,
If nothing wondrous occurs,

It could be a kind of poem.
Cats prowl a kitchen cupboard
Sitting carelessly ajar.

Fine new Oxford editions
Don’t exist. Wind hauls on doors.
But if it doesn’t make sense,

What are you doing here? What
Plant sprung the tongued pitfall trap?