#500: spy-safe

from his spy-place
he watched

he could see
into the house
the corridor
with bedrooms
off to one side
off
to the other

the comfort
of the lounge room
divan
recliner chairs
wall-mounted TV

through the dining area
and into the open kitchen
the back door
and outside yard beyond

empty now
but
soon
when they returned
when
things
began to happen

he would be watching

he cast his eyes
one last
preparatory time
around the scene

taking everything in

memorising

it was on this
the last review
that he noticed

located
subtly
halfway up the wall
that faced toward him

almost invisible
yet
immediately familiar

the minute blemish
that marked
unmistakably
a spy-hole
directed
at him

~

Poem #500 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.