Quiet Continuity

Who was the most fortunate,
Privileged person ever,
And where is that person now?

Someone had to think up ghosts
As actual entities,
Not just the experience

Of feeling startled, thinking
You saw someone you didn’t,
Someone you couldn’t, someone

Who was moving and hungry
In a way, but not alive,
Not solid, a cloud being.

The most fortunate person
Who ever lived would be most
Disappointed as a ghost.