Something
There is something
in the hum of a house
that makes it a home.
Something in the high pitched voices of young children
and the chatter and laughter of play.
The swish of running water,
the clink of dishes coming clean,
and baths being drawn.
Something, in the click click click
of the dog crossing the kitchen
to lie on the cool floor.
And there is something in the arguments about
folded socks and lost shoes and too little time.
Something in the quickness in which we dismiss
each other and our selves.
There is something in the silence too,
the exchanged looks of love and anger
the embraces,
a kiss,
and yet even in this quiet,
there is a constant buzz
like a hive of bees
constructing,
forming,
creating,
something beautiful
like a honeycomb
in your heart.