SURPRISES

Chairs that move by themselves,
shadows on the wall
shaped like by bodies not there,
an icy chill felt in the air
during the middle of the summer’s day,
always feeling as if being watched
even when totally alone.

The normal loses its meaning
when you live next to a cemetery,
neighbors you can’t see
sobbing in the night,
and small balls of light bouncing through the air.

Don’t mind when they play in their yard,
but it gets unnerving
once they decide to visit.

For you can’t lock the door
to keep they out,
they always see a welcome mat,
coming in ways that you can’t predict,
surprises that occur,
which haunt your thoughts
every time the leaves in the tree rustle
though there is no wind.