Thanne Langen Soules

The only part of humans

That isn’t ordinary

Is the ghost, the alien.

It’s probably just culture,

Evolving its paths through skulls,

But what if it descended

Or transmigrated, the soul,

You immaterial ghost

Of meaning making meaning,

From some other kind of world,

And you did choose to be born,

To go on a pilgrimage

In the form of a human,

Tracing an established route

To cherished destinations,

From which you will return home

Improved, renewed, and transformed.

The human population

Responds, numerically,

To the popularity

Of pilgrimage among ghosts.

It’s been all the rage a while,

But the fashion may fade soon,

Maybe just for certain routes.