Poem: The Ghost Finding His

• (an ‘Enlightened’ found poem –
  w/ thanks and apologies to Mike White)

  To be a ghost is not without pleasure,
  you are light and can float and are able
  to slip in and out and be unseen – or seen
  when only you chose; maybe more heard
  than seen – if you know what I mean.

  There is nothing to lose and no burden
  to carry because you have so little to
  hold and so little to use – and you are
  free. And that may be the dream you see,
  haunting others only – never yourself.

  But when the ghost is truly seen
  that is when he gets scared; becomes
  heavy – is traced as flesh and placed
  in a mind to hang heavy. He clangs
  into things, he is blamed – eventually

  he will bring shame, to himself and
  the situation. He can no longer slip
  away unseen, and he is haunted now by
  what used to be his invisibility. The way
  weaknesses are later revealed to be strengths,

  the same is true with strengths turning to
  weakness. But maybe the ghost just wanted
  to be seen. To be held. To be found. To love.
  To be loved. Maybe that weakness will become
  strength once again; the ghost finding his.