Starting in the cemetery
Where at all ends or does it begin?
Somewhere to my right is an employee who died while having some sort of procedure many years ago
Over to my left his my wagon filled with sticks collected for my wood stove to keep me a warm
Better the place of mourning then the place of rejoicing
I see the cosmic reality. The short ness of earth. The future of a real place. Not made up of fantasy but a reality with a creator.