Everyday Poems

Those that lived before
Have left a million footsteps
In this room
Shared grief and pleasure
Indiscretions and deceits
Bathed and dined, at home
As we are now

Are they still with us
Their presence unseen, but
Glimpsed briefly
In photos and dreams
Momentarily there
In rooms once they lay

Eternally sleeping now
Are they indifferent to
Our small dramas, and
Everyday privations?
Neither shocked nor invested
Silent dancers
To familiar tunes

Will we in turn
Stand by unfamiliar curtains
Watching the ghosts in waiting
Talk of their neighbours
And the unfolding day
Whilst stirring pans and
Counting the years