Sleeping in the new house
new to us that is
but old
even older than I am
by a good thirteen years
which means it's creeping
towards a hundred
so even without Halloween
we're surrounded by ghosts
faint echoes of footsteps
in the halls
on the stairs
and the laughter of children
who grew up in these rooms
good thing at least our bed is new
stretching out side by side
it's like we're cruising
high above the house's history
two mariners sailing still uncharted seas