by Sigrid E. Mortensen
© 2023
We have followers
Each one of us
A haunting chant that lingers through the day.
We have followers
Admirers, true
Who care deeply what we think
And say.
Ancestral lines
Braid threads behind us
Weaving love to wrap around us
Whispering hopes into our ears
And bold ideas that lift
And guide us
Encouragements to stay our fears.
We have friends
Whose feet have not
Trod this sod in lifetimes
Yet whose keen attention marks
The passing of each hour
As closely as our very breath.
We have likes
And friends
And fans
Whose love with ours entwines
Whose light could not be
Snuffed
Extinguished even
Yet
By bodily death.
Our followers require of us
No thing
No posts
No tweets
No messaging.
They want
Just
The occasional nod
To quiet ghosts
A seeing
Knowing
Recognition
Of their active being.
“Notice us
Our love
Our sweetness.
Feel etherial kisses
Eternal caresses
Brushed oh
So gently
Softly
Upon your
Beloved cheek.”