Ghost Talk Poem by Nancy Vorkink

When old ghosts appear in new costume
When the tree falls on my head
And the acorn rolls far away
My vision turns double and I can’t sleep.

The noise inside my brain rattles
Old skeletons emerge in bony form
Brittle and fragile the head feels
Toss and turn at night restless.

A split pea inside the cerebral cortex
Buzzes around like a bee in its beehive
Seeking a mate to devour and savor
While old ghosts continue to spook.

It was a grand slam.