Just Visiting

 

Just Visiting

Carved in an ancient pine stand
Inviting
Secluded
Sacred

Circle
Path
Circle
View from above
Infinity
There are no coincidences

A ceremony is about to begin
The gentleman says to me
“I hope some one will attend.”
I tell him it is the anniversary of
My Mother’s death.

The man in the black suit wanders off,
Rehearsing the words,
looking appropriately thoughtful.
I stay, finding shelter in the headstones
One for each parent
Both World War II veterans

Others do come.
All ages, sizes, demeanor
Two men in uniform,
One carries a flag case
Both somber, purposeful
No need for me to stay now
I send to the soul, my prayer

Mother Earth chooses the moment
Birth
Life
Death
I hear TAPS
And begin to sob
Two weeks ago I was at Arlington
Honoring a pagan couple.
Their Tombstones were barren.

Grieving, I listen in peace
Day is done, gone the sun....
What are the rest of the words?

I am amazed
People come in,
Briefly visit
Place mementos and leave

I cane here on the spur of the moment
Now
I cannot leave.

DancingStar
November 7, 2006
Boscowan NH




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