Thanksgiving in the Graveyard
January 3rd, 2012This is one of the untitled pieces with two photos in my book. Copyrighted, Karen Maeby Bates
Two Thanksgivings ago,
I spent the morning by myself in a graveyard.
Layered in winter coats so I wouldn’t freeze,
and my camera in my hand.
Thoughts ablaze, what would I capture today?
It was beautiful; covered in thick fog,
eery but beautiful in an odd way.
I was really thankful to be spending Thanksgiving here, as strange as that sounds.
The ‘grateful dead’ is what I called this photography session.
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Looking in, I’ve always wondered
the stories of each one of these people.
Paying extreme attention to the quotes on the headstones.
I can only imagine the lives of those folks.
There could be so many stories written,
but I’ll never know the truth about them.
I find peace within my heart, standing in the cemeteries,
an oddity calm.
I even thought, once:
The dead pay more mind to me
than the living, sometimes.
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This poem and several others that are in my blog are in the book.
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