Life is an occurrence

Life is an occurrence.
People come and pass,
pass into the night
like thunderstorms
while you dream.

What threat is a
thunderstorm once
it has passed
into the night?

To me, people
hung like specters
over me, long after
they had passed
into the night.

For me, the past
was always real
and peopled, like
the other world
peopled with
willful spirits.

But life is an
occurrence, and
the spirits have
passed into the night
like thunderstorms
while you dream.
-sek, 2008