I knew that there was
nothing
more
I
could
do.
It was as if
being chased by a ghost
with haunted eyes
and stunning stillness
every time I spoke
this ghost did what ghosts do
….what ghosts can do
This ghost though,
aggravating to say the least
was locked into gracious place's
and always, always welcome
But the ghost, like me
could not see everything
and like me was
waning in questions
and in fear of the answers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem