I always thought that I could be a dowser.

Why did you never come

to sit at my table?

I hear of spirits met -

a soldier sitting at the bed end,

one shoe off.

I’ve never seen a ghost.

No soldier ever spoke to me.

If anyone could reach back through the dark

it would be you.

But you have never spoken.

Once, at midnight

climbing on the hill

you said

“It feels as if we’re not alone”

Perhaps it was a fox…

So, you went before

to show the way.

I always thought that I would be the dowser.

I just never had the charm to do it.