Neither natural nor notable in sounds made but
Rather padded feet proceed silently in hallways that
Allow no hint of outside air chirping crickets croaking
Encroaching frogs or owls until their neglected bedtime
But here we are cocooned by walls and floors and atmospheres of carpet that hold the dust of years and fears and cover the hardness of a reality that’s more concrete cold than hardwood expensive.
This is the bad metaphor inspired by the deadened plush undertones of the word carpet and by the unfortunate childhood association of stifling confinement with carpeted floors –
But I guess all I’m really saying is that I want to hear the steps I take and I love houses that let in the sounds of the world and –
To cover all those up feels like a profound cheapening of the value of the cold concrete floors that welcome the whole of a hot tired body and –
Dunk! Into the cold clear realities that blessedly strip away the fuzz of propaganda and ornately carpeted half-truth.