Ghost ghoul
and goblin 
I haunt 
places and 
people where
I’ve been 
like objects 
removed from 
dusty shelves 
no longer 
there but 
for the 
impression of 
once was

The pathway 
was loss
the gateway 
is self
the same 
journey taking 
different paths 
merging at
one place 
the apex
summit crest
or cusp

This then 
this now 
that I
have followed 
and found
thread crumb
or treasure 
has led
to this 
wayside rest
stop and 
overpass upon 
and under 
I stop
leaving the 
storms to 
the sky

Sometimes the most 
important things found 
are those kept
next to keys
change and lint
tucked way down 
into the bottom 
of a well-worn 
pair of trousers 
or a purse 
pulled out for 
very special occasions 
frequently found by
surprise thought forgotten 
or lost forever 
such are those 
memories that will 
never be stolen 

This act
left over 
like soup
to be
enjoyed again 
is me
being chilled 
in morning 
and dance 
my way 
over floors
to switch 
on heat
I remember 
this every 
day child