Reclaimed Wood

Church bells rang out
At the oddest, before-midday hour
I wondered if it was Sunrise somewhere
As for my ears 
Someone gave the order:
I should love myself
Songbirds provided white noise
The bluejay, a lone voice, as if to warn
Then
Momentary Silence
Giving me just enough time 
To ponder
Before the banter began upstairs again
Love, bells, birds, cats,
Reclaimed Wood
Light at my bedside 
All having their way with my head
Running about, making noise
As relatives do 
Why the odd hour
Why the command 
Why my fallacious thought
Someone was superior 
At holding my heart
I needn’t take care to love me?
Cue the squirrel to my door

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