morningambassador’s posthaven

So much of my earlier half of life
Is marked by markers in graveyards

I've always been fascinated by lives lived
You can tell so much from a simple
Set of tablets left behind

Who loved who for how long
Who lost those so young
So many things

It seems like old and church graveyards have been the site
Of so many of my life's transitions.

First twilight-zone experience in the middle of the night...
First friend seriously hurt
By monkeying around and tumbling down the hill

Like Jill who broke her crown
On a Stone
Already fading back to dust
Its letters barely legible
But poignant all the more for that fact.

Seems like everywhere I've lived
Mostly
Has been thankfully near a hospital
And also a cemetery

Sleep on, sweetly departed.
Or live again, maybe now
Maybe here... maybe known.

A favorite movie - come to by an odd
Stream of consciousness
Faded already
Too.