Heights Writes

My thanks to a rare books librarian who tweeted me her thoughts on walking Lakeview Cemetery in the lush and verdant green of early May.  Her tweets inspired this poem.

Streaming Time 

A field of polished stones

cushioned in spring grass;

a blanket of renewal pulled

up snug against eternity. 

These people are not mine.

But I am reminded of those

now gone; their fragile bones

lying quiet under Prairie corn

or under other stones - an age,

an ocean or a continent away. 

In this garden, lush with memory,

the river of the grassy blanket runs

between the stones.  These lives

have had their moment in the stream
of time - and now it's ours.