Cemetery Thoughts, Some Grave

The family plot’s on cold pavement and hidden in grass, but warm with familial heartbeats. Otherwise, the dead become spectrals, fearsome at midnight. —by poet Cemetery Thoughts, Some Grave Not dark and scary, slightly sunlit. walked the pavement, not like the unknown’s sentry, but still deliberately, in this quiet almost public space, a location hidden from me, though I stood right where I am now - over Grandpa’s coffin. Never thought of the placement, why? We lived out of town. My mom’s parents, too, reside with my uncle, twenty-five - who else? Great-grands, but to see them, that is their stones, I had to walk on grasslands and search. Photos taken, for dates, for notes. A former cemetery, so scary. Us four highschoolers drove in. It was a Winter’s midnight and snow fell. Normal. Until we left and found - it was snowing only on the hallowed grounds.