The past is a terrifying place.
Why would anyone choose to live there?
Don’t forget me, they say,
the ghosts expulsed by dawn
have ceased to phosphoresce.
It is not crucial that I write
but that I record
a few of these atypical migrations
of the human soul. Yes, there is one
I recognize only by his call
he says go through it
and he stays until daylight sometimes.
— D. A. Powell, “Whippoorwill,” American Poet (vol. 48, Spring/Summer 2015)