- (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.