They’re Out There

John Grey

It was a ghost all right.

Female, I think.

And she floated across

the bedroom carpet

and then right through the wall.

With trembling hand,

I reached for the cellphone

on the dresser

but she was gone

before I had a chance

to snap a picture.

 

Same as when I saw

the serpent-like monster

emerge briefly from the lake

then plunge back down

into the depths.

Or when I spied

the silhouette of a witch on a broom

riding across the full moon.

 

My cellphone’s always

close at hand

but I’m too slow and nervous

on the trigger.

There’s much weirdness

in this world

but its brief

is less than brief.

 

Friends advised me

to take pictures of the nothingness,

over and over,

until, by chance,

I capture something frightening.

 

So far, the highlights in my phone app

are photos of a curtain in mid-rustle,

a dragonfly

and a bratty kid poking his tongue.

So it worked.

I’ve three images of things

that terrify me.