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.

Ghent

Illustration by Alex Wang