ATLAS

Dinner

A small SCRAP of an idea
A few of the USUAL ingredients
Planning eggplant and tomato
As the BASAL flavors
Some garlic, onion, of course
And two lonely mushrooms
(What else would I do with them?)
As an afterthought:
Green olives and capers
A veritable ATLAS of the
Mediterranean contained
In a single pan

Georg’ann

We felt the presence of some GHOST
mostly in the upper bedroom,
the one with southwesterly light.
It should have been so lovely
with all the windows looking out.
Huge beech tree with thick grey limbs
keeping guard of the property.
Yet nothing felt secure, haunted
as we were. Steps in the hallway.
Something there in the closet.
Our cat would STARE at the door.
Once the ATLAS pages turned
as if by a wind that wasn’t there.
Little things to keep our skin
tingling, knowing we weren’t alone.
Relief when it was time to leave.
Sabbatical over, we moved on.
Over the years we heard stories,
similar experiences there. Oddly,
the owner’s favorite room
was that upper corner one.
Her place to read, write and nap.

Heather