to sweep the landscape a wind haunted.

I sat in the garden behind the first house I ever lived in.
Long since annihilation and everything dressed in gray.
Though the woods were overrun with thorns
and the sky had no atmosphere left to speak of
my mother's pepper plants still flourished
and even bore small, twisted fruits -
But I could not pick many, for I was not alone.
When I glimpsed the legs of ghosts
circling around me through the cracking branches
I knew I could never come here again.


Here, In this moment, we are overcome with clarity.
Because I know the future, as it was told to me.
But how can I tell you, when you are frightened of the world we live,
and too weary of demons to hear what I have to say?