4. the watchers
i saw the gaze first
and then i hear
the way their voice follows me
as i glide by
the way their attention on me
gets them into trouble
moving too soon
crash.
moving too slow
destruction.
of all the people and how they stare
i’m not sure when i became first aware
as i breeze by
the googly eyes narrowing in
fixated on the way i shine
wondering if sunrays fit into glass bottles
or how everything i did
seemed like just a good try
that’s the thing about being a watcher
there’s always room for commentary
watch
and have thoughts about what you see
do
and have the watchers think about what you’ve done
but doing what i do
you wouldn’t last a walk in my shoes
i’m uncomfortable
when i’m watched
a trip on the sidewalk
a sway on the runaway
the illusion is broken
i’m not having any fun
jolted out of my dream
snapped back to reality
seeing color
for the first time in a long time
the sight of your hazel eyes
laid on top of mine
the first thing i could see
clear as daylight