Slip-N-Slide

With all that zombie crap out of the way, I can get back to these poems all’y’all love so much…

View 15: Sashaying Lights

I used to never see them.
The only light that would enter my room
Was that of alien spaceships.

I would watch them from a window seat when I couldn’t sleep.

But we moved from nowhere to somewhere and all of a sudden my room would get bathed in light whenever someone would drive a car past our house.

It was creepy at first, the shimmer that started on one wall
Would, like a Doppler radar, slowly swing around my room
Until my other wall radiated eerie light.

Usually they were fairly swift, but every now and again
The lights would swing part-way around
And then just stop.

Obviously it was a driver wanting to murder me.

But I got used to them, and now that I live in the city,
In the heart of Lancaster, you’d think I’d see ‘em a lot.
But living on the third floor of a townhouse doesn’t
Catch much in the way of stray light from the street.

By Jacob Gehman