We’re the Ones
by
Radiance Angelina Petro

Ghosts are always looking
for people. Our senses
pull us awake. There are streams
we will never see, flowing
underground.

The matter-of-fact wind, the silver linings
we carry in our pockets. It’s up to us
to step from the folds of the night,
leaving shadows guessing.

We’re the ones walking through char
and ash. We’re the ones filling churches
with singing. We’re the ones waking up
every day saying: “Impossible
isn’t a word the morning knows.”