Cliffside Cemetery
The sun pierced my eyes as I drove
A quick doubleback later I was there
Cliffside Cemetery
I was tired, the dogs were tired
It was cold
But every corner beckoned
Graves more than a century old
Their inhabitants even older
Citizens of a lost world
Oppositionally, shiny new columbariums
Lives receiving their final punctuation, so near
The world had not even finished a trip around the sun
Some had plastic dinosaurs
All among, over, under, there was life yet
Mushrooms, moss, brass buttons
Flowers left behind with heavy hearts and heavy eyes
Frozen dew crunched underfoot
Time to go home
Being still does not mean don't move. It means move in peace.
E'yen A. Gardner
“ citizens of a lost world” Oh, that haunts..