I walked outside and screamed at the bottom of my driveway,
only because I knew no one would notice,
well, they did, and their doors shut,
I stood in my neighborhood and felt completely alone.
The manicured lawns,
similarly styled rose gardens,
the roof repair and invisible fences,
street signs that suggested we all slow down.
I glanced around and decided to scream outloud again,
more doors shut,
the street seemed to empty in a silence
more apparent than I’d noticed before my unravel.
I stood there for a long time
watched kids on their bicycles take the corner before
having to coast past the man at the end of the driveway,
I realized for the first time I might have been noticed.
I walked back up to my garage,
played some music while drilling some wood,
the sweat on my brow, I wiped with my forearm,
I glanced at the street, a squad rode by … I waved.