
I’m sleeping with ghosts again —
my shapeshifters life savers
throw me a line in a dream
Here! Here!
they lie down beside me
curl into my spine
rest a hand, lend a shoulder
faces clear as always
voices, laughs
I know you.
They are my familiars
taking shape and form
as Comfort and Consolation
reminders
of love spent and saved
stored in a cupboard
with sheets —
eye holes to see me
clear as always
buoyant
in memories

Photo by Ron Lach/Pexels. Poem ©2022, Jen Payne. #NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.