By Nancy Langman
I’m obsessed with spirits
I know not what it means
They seem to surround me
It is not what it seems
I am not deluded, irrational or insane
I am just convinced they are around
I know not their faces or names
Their elusive presence abounds
Fleeting images frequently appear
Whispers of translucent white
Whimsy floating very near
Then disappearing like a kite
I know there is some truth
That has not been exposed
I trust the spirits intentions
That someday we will know
Who they are
and what they mean
and if they really
can really be seen
where they’ve been
and where they go
for sure someday
we will be in the know
Nancy Langman is a self-employed healthcare professional who dabbles in poetry and lives in Vineyard Haven with her husband, two cats, and a dog.
