Voices on the Wind
Voices from Home
After Eye Dilation
by David Chorlton
Everything is brighter today:
the pavement glares, grass is blades of light
and the sky vibrates. The white car
across the street is parked
twelve inches off the ground.
I crave the dark rooms in the house
but the windows attack as I pass them.
In the street, everyone is a Kirlian photograph
of themselves. I received a free pass
for the spirit world, to see
with a shaman’s eyes
passengers get on and off the train
that stops for everyone
and turns them back to earthly form
when the doors slide shut.