I am the ghost.
I am the breath of a ghost.
I am a sigh.
I am the blink of an eye.
I am a dream.
See these headlights and tail-lights? –
I am the nothing between.
I am the silence, the siren,
The thought and the theme.
I am the second hand, the minute, the hour.
I am the pencil, the page, the eraser.
I am the space between the bars of the cage.
The flick of the switch, the thread and the days.
I am the laugh at the foot of the grave
I am the grunt at the mouth of the cave.
I am the memory you cannot save.
The sorry that you can’t bear to say.
I am the word never heard,
Or dared mutter.
I am the flame.
And I am the flare.
And I am the gutter.
I am the wave on the rock in the dark.
I am the flint, the strike yet to spark.
I am the shadow.
I am the hare crouched in the meadow
I am the almost caught in the beam…
I’ve been walking all night.
I’ve never been seen.
[written in response to a call to arms – a call to i ams – from the lovely folk at dVerse]