PRESSURE

the sprinklers
shake the house
in the middle of
the night. after 
rubbing the sleep 
from my eyes
i investigate. walking
outside, i see
there must be
a hundred snails
on the front lawn,
inching their way
toward the cul-de-sac.
I see no sign
of trouble, so after 
checking on things, 
i head back in.  
but i can't get
back to sleep
because i'm wondering 
if the pressure's too
high. i spend what seems
like hours
staring at a dark celing
waiting
for something
to burst.