Tuesday, July 6, 2010


I am visited daily by ghosts. They come, they discuss, they gesture with their feathery arms. Not all of the ghosts are human; some are animals, some are objects or even ideas. The phantoms of our history are all around us. Even the air we breathe is made up of particles from the past. Don't forget, we admonish each other. But do you know anyone who has truly forgotten? The ghosts will tell you there is no forgetting, only an intermission between the acts for those who need more time.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

And sometimes memory is nothing more than a curl of air, traveling in a dangerous slant along our spines. If you look too closely it is gone just like the most illusive of ghosts. Coop