MONTAGE

a mouse in motion

as if it isn’t welcome

in certain places

halting

as if stills have been

cut from its movement

what is it doing

in that extra white

to its nest

just for a

touch so slight

that it won’t

and back again

pitter-patter

vanishes

a little later

to embrace

a smell

direction

loses its goal

seems to arrive

somewhere

it isn’t there

has never

been here