Nothing Happened Yet
That feeling you just can't describe
Why the hell do I
panic before the kettle
has even boiled yet?
My hands grip the cold counter
like it might leave without me
The kettle clicks once and I hate myself a little for hearing it. I check the back door, then check it again like the first version of me was not a reliable witness. Nothing has happened, but something old in me has already lowered its head.
Nothing happened yet.
Still, my chest leaves without me,
coat on, keys in hand.
I stay beside the kettle,
hearing the water not boil.
About the Creator
Patrick Gadoury
I'm an author and publisher of poem anthology group from northern Ontario, I like enabling other voices and new writers. I'm also a novel writer, known for the indie darling Noetic Gravity that came out in June 2025. Here I write for me.
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