Do Ghosts Trek Through

by Lisa Zaran 
 
In the black waters
of the delta,
where the melancholic bones
of one hundred years of history are buried,
there is an otherness
which can not be explained.
Not by us who are living
and not by those who are dead.

There's a grumbling beneath the reeds.
A climactic climbing of voices.
A region in a hurry, James Cobb said.
A passageway to the lost self,
and the gain of something else.
Some call it the Blues.

© 2006 by Lisa Zaran. All rights reserved.
Lisa Zaran is a poet and hopeless romantic living in Arizona. The intent of her writing, she whole heartedly admits, focuses on love. The passionate body of love and the profound spirit of it as well. Her most recent collection is Blondes Lay Content (Lulu Press).