Sunday Scribblings #58 – Ghosts

Ghosts
are something to see through
not something to look at

Wait!
A something?
Not a someone?

Ghosts.
They, they, come.
Or maybe it’s that they stay.

Theirs are purposeful encounters, sprinkling their seers with fear and confusion.
Seeking meaning, their witnesses can find intent.

In the space that follows life
there can be unrest.
In the dusty corners of the unknown
bone-less spirit beings may ask of us.

whirling
in confusion,
colliding
with angst,
floating
in distress,
longing
for guidance.

unfinished.
unresolved.
remaining undone.

Our job?
Notice.
Liquefy our fright.
Notice.