Slates of marble
Arranged in deathly order
Stood silently as I pedaled past
Climbing the hill with a steady puff.
Reaching the top
I stepped off my bike
Perching myself on a flat monument
That overlooked the sea of souls past.
Stillness rested there
A place for my thoughts to dance eerily
Trying to find meaning to this thing called life.
Like a bird hidden high upon a branch
I watched the town move
While the cemetery lay solemn.
Life in present, moments in past, and hopes for the future
Swirled in the depths of my mind
As I simultaneously pondered the names that surrounded me.
Recent markers were decorated with soft colored blooms
While older ones were overwhelmed with weeds hiding part of the name
Missed or forgotten.
