All the Things Echo Doesn’t Know

The echo doesn’t know it is a ghost,
roaming spirit of both loud and soft.
Exploring surfaces and angles
it makes many as it travels,
returning to its source, a host.

The echo doesn’t know that it’s a game.
In ones and twos and clans it bats
through alleys, caves and tunnels, fumbles
over walls and narrows, transmits
a throng back to a child’s whooping throat.

The echo doesn’t know it weakens,
chased by silence to a whispery end;
a memory of sound. Memories don’t know
they’re guests, only a step inside a mind.
Once the visit’s over, there is no return.

E A M Harris has been writing both prose and poetry for some time. Her work has appeared in magazines and anthologies online and in print.