Another recently unearthed free verse poem, written a few months after my father’s passing. I was inspired to write about the comfort we find in art during times of uncertainty and pain. I’m happy it’s found a place.
Ghost Rider:
You’ve been the ghost
in the seat next to me
for more miles
than I can count.
Your voice rises
from the speakers
to illuminate
the road ahead,
to make yourself known
once more.
God knows
I could use the company.
We’ve never had much use
for conversation,
so let’s fill the air
with a song once more
and build a fire
by the roadside.
I’ll stretch this body out
and turn my eyes
to the western stars.
-Brandon White
Brandon White 