We had spent the day trudging through an abandoned
ghost town, in the Rocky Mountains.
but there were no ghosts to be found.
nothing but the wind and the howling
from that wind.
empty log cabins sat on the mountainside
keeping their secrets to themselves.
we made it back to Longmont by
exhausted, we went to bed
in the basement.
Sophie went upstairs to the kitchen for
a glass of water.
two minutes later, the door slammed
I was startled.
I opened the door and called out
a little later, when Sophie returned,
I asked her if she closed the door when she went
“No,” she said. “I was wondering why the door was shut.
Did you close it?”
we got into bed then and could hardly sleep, wondering
about the land and
those who inhabited the land
then and now.