A World of Ghosts

Your ghosts visit you at the most unexpected times,
rarely in the night or in the movie set places.

A whiff of perfume in a crowd.
An antique brass lock on an old cupboard.
The smell of turkey cooking in your local deli.

There’s more.

Corn fields half cut, ready for the next day’s harvest.
Molasses on the table. The smell of coffee.
There’s more. There is always more,

for you live in a world of ghosts,
fortunately, most of them benign,
and now and then, a few of them,

sublime.

About this poem

One of the good thing about having a certain amount of age on you are the memories. At least, the good ones. The others I try to let go.

Tom.