Hauntings

sometimes
the ship of fool's dead empty 
becalmed on the endless oceans
on that metal deck light glances off
like some feckless glance of fate
striking its glancing blow to the blue iris
of the minds eye -

there's no one there to hear it
steps on the metal decking itself
and yet it does make a sound
never any comfort in that sound
that sound somehow always
haunting
ghostly
lost