I took a run
I don’t usually run
But I needed the endorphins and the fresh air
And the distraction of the mind
I found myself slowing at a cemetery
Catching my breath in a breathless place
I stumbled upon a grave
Rainwater
How beautiful a name you had
But I guess it doesn’t matter much anymore
Not unless you passed it along
To someone who might’ve already given it away
Others: Morrison, Grigsby, White
And a Smith who unknowingly allowed me
To sit on a path adjacent his grave
Sharp, clean headstones
Scattered haphazardly among rotting slabs of marble
The new and the old
Both dead
Some newly buried
Others left decaying for decades
Some fresh on the mind
Others wilted in memory
Even spaces reserved with dates unmarked
Set in places for bodies who haven’t yet departed
I wonder to myself where the souls of these bodies reside
And if perhaps death itself
Is quite as peaceful as this graveyard