Could Be (Poetry)

It could be just your hem I see —
the trail of some thin shadow
flicking past
or it could be fingers
lightly touching
certain objects in the room
my eye is caught by movement
subtle as a moment’s draft
disturbing nothing yet
I know someone
                        is there

There is no way of telling
what small mystery
flirts with my attention
but I’m comfortable so far
you haven’t manifested
or otherwise indicated
aggression
and the silence that we share
is a hum’s pitch
too high for me
                        to hear

I think you are a spirit —
the emanations all suggest
another female
but are you human or divine? —
some kind of angel
who follows me around
on the off chance (hardly likely)
I will one day find the light
and my weary soul
will be illumined
                        clear

The theory said aloud
might seem far-fetched
but the other sense consulted
is stimulated just enough
to know itself impressed
and seeking answers
from the air
portraying empty
while my understanding
teeters on the edge
of almost-seeing
the imagination swimming
calm across the ether
denying all
and absolutely nothing
                                anywhere