Saturday, January 03, 2004

Cemetery

I carried dirt from his grave site
to the Japanese Garden
and left some of him there
so I could come and visit
when I needed to.

Some sacred places
exist quietly
without fanfare
without signs
that garden is a much a cemetery
as Tumalo is.

I can sit at the top of the creek
and listen to the water
and count blossoms
and quietly remember my son.