Suddenly

Suddenly it felt too crowded on our hill
Surrounded by houses that feel too close
Watching from their windows
With sweaty beady eyes
Their faces illuminated by their dim lights
So curious of this yellow house
They pull back their curtains
To catch a glimpse of us
And see what happens through these walls.

Your eyes see right through my walls

I can feel them search for the moment
I became yours
take it back, rip it from me
Understand that part of me was yours
Black eyes tell me all I need to know.

If there ever was a place
So stilled by the moment as this one
That it made you remember
How silent silent really is
Open all your senses to the paused moment
And unblock the wall to the landscape
A day when what's in front of you

Doesn't feel real

You know the crow that follows you
The one you see through your window
The one that passes by during the night
And you know that I saw that crow
Many years ago with you
That crow that you pretend is not there
when you wander outside
Down that Twisted lane
You will eventually come across
That crow
realize one day facing it is inevitable

I stood there, waiting
The stale air filled my nose
Will it ever flow freely again,
escape this room.
The feeling of eternity
wash through my body
In that moment the darkness wraps its arms
around me
Engulf me into nothingness
I thought I was gone
Left with only distant memories
that find their way back.

To say what happened is impossible.
But in that moment of nothing
I became awakened as if
My eyes were finally adjusted to the night.

Melting Layer

I wish for the ice to fill the puddles
before walking onto the fragile layer.

Soon I am stepping slowly towards the frozen slate
wondering about what's below,
Searching for glitches, Underneath,
I feel the crunching ice run up my leg.
Tonight I will stay on its melting layer.

But for now I try to stay above what
this layer must be holding back,
the palms of my hands scraping as I grasp the surface.

Original poem

Billy Collins

Walking Across the Atlantic

I wait for the holiday crowd to clear the beach

before stepping onto the first wave.

Soon I am walking across the Atlantic

Thinking about Spain,

checking for whales, waterspouts.

I feel the water holding up my shifting weight.

Tonight I will sleep on its rocking surface.

But for now I try to Imagine what

this must look like to the fish below,

The bottoms of my feet appearing, disappearing.

Sinking Boats

Like ridding elephants in swamp lands
To slow and they sink
Towards a sea of upside down boats
And shores littered by alligators
Run towards daytime
Twisted attractions help to obscure reality
Uprooted trees twist into the night
Their roots reach for the sky
Colors drip from the rivers
And trickle into the earth
Absorb towards the boiling point
As it building up into explosive emotion
It settles as dawn awakens us