Chased by Ghosts

I hear
Them from behind.
Distorted echoes fade.
And know that like the times before,
It is no use at all to strain my ear.

I still, though, think that this time I will hear.
So I try to distinguish more.
But although I have prayed,
What do I find?
I fear.

Anticipation

...could be applied to a Nor'easter, eschatology, or anything we obsess over:

Anticipation

Expectation run amok,

Panic all around

As everybody tries to figure out

Good or bad? What kind of luck?

How much on the ground?

But what is the excitement all about?

We’ve been in this place before

(Every year, it seems)

And yet our minds convince us it’s all new.

Forgetting what is in store

Like vague, fuzzy dreams

Obscuring all that we know to be true.

It is vital to prepare

For what comes ahead

And guarantee that we have all our tools

But try not to even care,

Working out a sum,

Or wond’ring where or when: you’ll look like fools