Boarders

I was born in a house haunted

Ghosts stalked the corners and halls

Of course, I was too small

Too knew

To know what they were

All those echoes of lives I never knew

I made space for them deftly

As children often do

Changed my walk to give them space

Made them room day to day

I still do, I think

Unthinkingly

With well practiced courtesy, in everyone I meet

Drifting gently round their echoes

Dancing with ghosts