Malaika Albrecht, “What Sounds Will You Lean Closer to Hear?”
WHAT SOUNDS WILL YOU LEAN CLOSER TO HEAR?
I trailed the ghost down the stairs
on his nightly hauntings.
Instead of turning back to bed
when he slipped through
the front door, I followed him.
He walked into the woods
where it’s easy to be lost shadowing a ghost.
I snuck along the deer path behind him
thinking perhaps he knew I would.
I listened to each familiar foot fall
and worried about disappearing
and only existing in shadows and reflections.
He walked for a while not looking back
and then stopped at the creek bed.
Without a sound he crossed and left me
once again on the other side.
It was quiet until the rush
of an owl’s wings taking flight
emptied my mind of all other noise.
I stood there alone
and let the wind take my breath away.