ghost (and other half-known visions)

September 4, 2017 at 1:12 am Leave a comment


i had not thought
to meet your ghost so soon!
it seems we met
so recently…

but i have measured
days like falling sands,
and measured the universe
with a hand’s-span,
a thumb’s-width…

have journeyed lightyears
while sitting in an armchair, know
a host of characters
i’ve never met nor shall…

salt passages and seawinds:
swaying trees in summer breezes.
i was promised, variously, enlightenment, years ago:

i’ve never found it.
the meaning of your touch
disappeared with you.
…how odd to meet your ghost.

(‘:voices, from a room thought long empty’)


This is one of those odd poems which are both quite real and unreal or perhaps surreal.

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