Hands Pass Through
The people are like ghosts,
all drifting through our lives,
sometimes all reaching out
towards this world beyond
almost here within touch.
Like ghosts, our hands will pass
right through it all, as though
there's nothing there to hold.
Our lives become a haunting
of empty air and place
as silence grows around us
filling all the times
between our births and deaths
with forms and situations.
We meet with only shapes
of other people’s lives
as some soft disturbance
of air can leave the dust
lying unperturbed and still.
[Books by David Hadley are available here (UK) or here (US).]
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