on Tuesday a screaming librarian ran out the door
yelling “ghost! Poltergeist! Blood! Apparition and gore”
all of us kids turned around and ran back to the shelves
We wanted to see what had scared old widow McKelves
the ghost was dematerializing as we rounded the corner
We yelled “hey! no fair!” he held a book that said little Jack Horner
the ghost gave a friendly kid laugh that warmed us to our toes
Did it work? asked McKelves boyfriend. She said “God only knows”.
She had been trying to get us kids into the library for a week.
Now we were coming back nightly, to try to get a ghost peek.
So yes it did work, and we decided to read a book while we were there.
She had fooled us with a hologram, so is that even fair?
We perish
from all those around
fleeing
disguising ourselves
disappearing
hiding beneath facades
dematerializing
withdrawing within oneself
while others
continue reaching out
Expansion into light
The subtle radiant pulse
Power of tiny, flickering probabilities
Know the mind grows cold and stale
When impaled on doubt and searching
Fighting for clout and certainty
Universal gyrations plug in swiftly
Tempting magnetic minds to change their tune
Erupt in song, nature sings along
Life battery resets for new adventure