Becoming ghosts

Robert Montgomery is a poet who makes 'recycled sunlight' poems. This is one of my favourites.

It's a reminder of what I wrote about yesterday.

In the end most of what we leave behind us is very simple, however impressive our ambitions and our plans, however grand our status or fame.

Much of what we leave soon crumbles away.

So perhaps we can leave lives touched by our presence, and the way those lives touch the lives of others because they happened to meet us.

In that way we become ghosts in the lives of others, in the sense pointed to by Montgomery.

And perhaps we need to ask ourselves, most urgently and frequently, what kind of ghosts we are working on becoming.