After the Wind Cut the Cloud

Not all ghosts linger;                     But over the waves
Some have rushed themselves,     The air remembers
Whisked their wispy threads.

                                                        Something that seemed gone,
To delicate clouds                           Something that happened,
That traverse the air                        Behavior itself,
Like coastal towers,
                                                        Material moved.
Great as fortresses                          That it moved at all
But dissipated                                 Was all that remained
Like conversations
                                                        After anyone
Before anyone                                 Tried to be spirit
Had ever written                             As well as matter,
Or inscribed one word.
                                                        Losing the waving
You can’t be haunted                      But leaving the wave
By what isn’t here.                         Forever happened.