From behind my transparent wall,
I listened to the crashing lights
from above and watched the sky
hide behind a blanket of gray,
painting the rooftops in darkness.
The tempo of raindrops rise
and the taps on the glass become louder
as if the rain is begging to come in.
Now the window moves to an interior view.
And I see myself, sitting alone in this room
painted like the summer sky.
My home, the place where I crawled,
in the shadows of my parents
who taught me to make footsteps of my own.
Soon, I will sink my feet into puddles
and search through the cracks in the clouds
for the sun. So I can finally hear the bang
of the hammer and nail,
when I craft a room of my own.
Linda Malnack - "Apple/Evening"
Anthony Constantino - "Federal Way"