Poem: There. Not There.

There. Not There.

You see things
that aren’t there.
You do not see things
that are.

A strange kind of sight
that has to be tested
like ghosts in the night
to be sure.

About this poem

Don’t you just wonder sometimes about what you see and what you don’t see?

The picture is of my coffee table and the living room floor. I saw something when I took it, though now, days later, I am not sure what. Distance and time change everything.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s