The cemetery... like cement, remains
Fixed in time, forming monuments
To those who have crossed
Into silence, yet not beyond time.
A place to share the tranquility
Of morning bliss, or an afternoon’s
Calm stillness before evening’s
Darkness, a moment of reflection.
Today I’ll drive to the cemetery
And visit the grave site, and then
Mostly likely, think about what if,
And then as always, drive home,
Knowing what is!
The cemetery... like cement, places
Boundaries on possibilities,
Allowing only the imagination
To move beyond its finality!