Sonnet For A Ghost

Sonnet for a Ghost Here in the space where we are subdivided And where we come together once again Here where we allow ourselves to bend By measure of the clock—and then are guided I’d like to be the one whose glass is clear I’d like to be the mirror of your mind To seek and then to find— to see you here Be blinded and then see the thing unwind And as I wait, I’ll be the one who knows And waits for you, yes always, a bending bough I’ll be the blanket’s spinner in repose I’ll wait—the glass won’t darken—please allow me To be your reflection, my ghost, my body’s own My time misspent, my love, my sapling sown Diana Cristina Rangel 2008