This week I wanted to share the work of another, new to me, poet. There is something beautiful in the way that he describes “this place” that resonated with me. Maybe it’s because right as this hit my inbox, I was working on a similar piece. Regardless of the reason, it seemed like the perfect piece to share.
Just enough rain an hour ago
to give the wispy dry grass some hope,
turning it green instantly.
This place has been abandoned,
the old faith overgrown, confused
by brambles,
and in these hard times,
its upkeep cut from the budget.
But we walk, soaked to the knees,
making our slow pilgrimage
among gravestones, speaking
blurred names back into the world.
