|My eyes in the dark
Cross the ocean and return,
Faded and lowered,
Like the stones that led to the water,
The porch and its steps that led south.
I was always aware when my back
Was turned to that row of hidden houses,
When I would trespass on the lawn
And peer into the marble foyer, submerged
In the light that never changed,
Cold and noble. When it rained
The abandoned house would fill
Like an urn in a plaza.
She had descended the stairs
Leading from the foyer into the earth
When the upper rooms were occupied by the air.