There are eyes
upon us

Watchful
waiting

Blankly staring
impervious

Carved immobile
lining the streets

We pass beneath
their shady branches

Slanting our gazes
away to the horizon

As our watchers
stare out upon the world

There is comfort
in their scrutiny

Peaceful guardians
over the sinners
and the saints

and all of the many
breaths in between

never giving away
a single hint ~ Caroline A. Slee