Sleeping Torpor

It did not happen in a day
We hummingbirds said, «Father don’t
You could do the right thing
You could turn around.»
He called our names and 1, 2, 3
We slipped into the snow boots
Stood behind the coats hanging lowest
In the closet racks
I moved and made a sound
The hangers jangled
Did he hear the metal clattering?
And had I given us away?
I’d given us away
We waited side by side
We could hear your soles squeak
We could feel the ground shake
We tightly closed our eyes
You found us, you were right this time
How did you know?
We were curled in sleeping torpor
We dreamed of flying up where the exhausted die
You found us, you were right this time
How did you know?
Pinned behind the pantry with the vacuum
Pancaked underneath the bed means dead
Nestled between the ladle, with the pots and pans
My heart beats and beats
And I can hear it like a drum in my head