The Crest Poem by Robert Macdonald

It was a rocket school bus
With the music too loud to hear what anybody was saying
Everybody screaming at the same time
Needing the echoes to be louder
Only the quiet ones looking out the windows
At the fading houses and trees
Could even catch a glimpse
Of the last stop

Stay a little bit longer
Don’t be held back
By your heavy eyes
The emptiness belong to us all
As light and clear as the breeze
Deep as the Iron flames
Balanced as a stone
Why can’t you see?

Do you have to leave me out here?
In the cold without a home
Or a lantern
Outside the sole moment
Looking in
From a world of
Diseased seconds
Firm handshakes
Whitewashed eyes
Condemning calculations
This rally of neurotic protesters

At night
When I would
Hear alien voices in my house of sticks
Phantoms sticking to the windows
Like a frog’s tongue
And the rumble of engines over the moaning stones
I’d sit and trade pieces of my soul with you
Smoke signals between our forever separate
Homes on the hill
You always above me
Reminding me exactly where I was

Up through the
Harsh mosaic of the
Bare sprouting branches
I’d lose my ideas
In your tiger eyes
On the Crest
Of the fading horizon