Crystal Poem by Danielle Hanson

The air is crystallizing into gray.
It's the job of some things just to cover
Anything they find.
Vines, water, gravity, slowness.
You can't stay far enough away.
The browns are being sucked
Into the blues being sucked
Into the grays. People's eyes
Are gray—the color is leaking
Down their faces as they slowly
Move. The air is made up of vines
Crawling around us, snakes.
They are invisible and we are
The fruit and the prey.