EVERYTHING REMAINS THE SAME

what is a ghost
but a memory that won’t be forgotten.
there’s no tellin when one may show up,
nor what sorrow it may bring.

Grief can arrive as a surprise
and take your breath away,
“what was that about?”
we hear our mind say.

after a while it’s hard to tell
what wound your ghost is nursing,
so many old and ancient hurts,
pushed down undone,
turn away and still they stay,

what if these ghosts are angels
sent from your soul
to finish the painful business
of facing the moments
that broke and froze your heart?

Once that love fountain
ceases to flow,
you begin to feel like a ghost yourself.

The breeze,
trees,
the man between your knees,
all seem vacuous,
unsubstantial,
evaporating like steam,
ephemeral as a dream.

We are looking for an anchor
to tether us to the ground,
still searching for a corner stone
that cannot be found.

These ghosts arrive uninvited
and depart as random as they came,
I place my empty feet upon the ground,
as everything remains the same..

May Day 2016