Afternoon Ghost

Celtic Ghost

It’s hardly ever I'm hurt
by something in only one dimension.

― Ashly Lorenzana

This afternoon
Was full of thunder
Grumbling and rumbling,

But didn’t expect
To see a rebus
At the door…

An enigma,
A wraith
With nameless face

And it didn’t
Expect to see me—

A secret sea
Fraught
With vast discrepancies…

Opaque, blurry—

Motives hidden
From myself,
A dubious essence—

Elusive
As northern lights,

Or this presence.

And to what purpose
You might ask...
(}If you cared)

Well yes, I’m haunted,
More so
Than any rainy phantom.

It’s a hazard
Of who I am.

A writer
Occupying
A house of secrets—

Hiding
In a haunted,
Echoing edifice;

Waking at night
Sleeping at dawn.

I don’t deny it
But accept my lot...

Struggling with demons
That can’t be recalled—

Clouded by feelings
That can’t be resolved.