Graveyard

I sit here quiet and gravely thoughtful.

It feels so peaceful on the surface

but I know gravity is on the pull,

drawing the dead down below

trying to keep them for itself

in the graveyard.

I don’t think graves want gravity

I think they want to rise up, 

taste the joy of lives already lived

which live on still in memories,

and be grave no longer

refusing burial

rejecting gravity

remaining alive

in the glimpses, 

of lives passed, 

brushing with immortality

as they wait.

Wait 

for the worms 

to devour them 

and bring life back

to the graveyard

of memories 

and dreams.

https://poetsonline.org/archive/arch_cemetery.html