This Town is Haunted

Under a hot blue sky

Ruffled by breezes

The past overlaid the present

I could hear the chubby toddler laughter

Of an evening walk gone by

How many times we trod

Down this sidewalk as the sun lowered

But no

He’s grown and left

This echo of his early life

Reverberating in my heart

I drive passed the place of the fender bender

I stand in the parking lot of a previous job

From a previous time

Worked by a previous me

The brick is the same

The sign is unchanged

Am I late? I wonder

Bygones and bygones

I miss the turn to the old house

I wasn’t going there anyway

It’s too familiar and too far away

The dreams of this place span universes

Seven unique interpretations of this single nexus

On the curve of the road which binds them together

I am saturated with awareness

Anticipation

The wave is cresting

A hollow formed under the curve

Chaos is sure to follow

At the moment of submersion

Water will roil and rush the shore

The present rearranged to accommodate

Phantasms and other worlds

Watching where I step

When the boundaries thin

Where magic happens

But the ghosts pass on

Without saying good-bye

Without a wink and a nod

They fade and dissolve

I weave a new adventure

Over faded threads and bare spots

Working in and around the beautiful

Images which have kept their color

Preserved with love

This town is haunted

One more ghost returned now

Too Early Too Late

I’m too late to be this early

Too early to be this late

The party is over and hasn’t started yet

Finished and not yet begun

Waiting for the band

Though they’ve played and gone home

I watched them leave as I waited for them to arrive

The anticipation and the post-event letdown

Clean-up and set-up is the same task

Each prop returned to its place on the set

The set of my life

Catalogued objects queued in order of expected use

The curtain has fallen, and has yet to rise

I stand in the shadows, in the dark, in the wing

I wait, and am waiting, and have waited

For the lights to go lower

For the lights to be light

The seats are all empty

The stage has been set

The script has been lost

The actors are missing

I’m too early

I’m too late

Now