Visiting Ours

Christmas, 2009 / No. 23

It is not uncommon for the dying to be visited

by ghosts. Haunting emissaries, semi-real,

fill the void between now and what’s next,

play a last foil to life, mirroring

past and future, miring both

in the veiled confusing present.

And when we visit—lucid with reports,

using old tricks to stir memory,

commentary, or “forgotten in the name

of self-preservation” emotion—we hope to see

someone who loves us, someone we love

looking less like they’ve just seen a ghost.