We are our own ghosts.
We are what goes bump in our nights.
We the ones who rearrange the nicknacks,
later confounding ourselves,
wondering who (or what?) moved that thing
from the living room to the bedroom,
from the study to the garage.
We are the poltergeists
tossing the pillows from the bed,
setting the hallway portraits askew.
We don't remember, that's all.
It's ourselves we haunt.
Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.
