Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Questionable Shadows

for Mike Cannell 3

for both Aaron Barwins

A cloudless day in the cemetery where we have gone for the funeral of an aunt. Our five-year-old, named after his late grandfather, wanders about the headstones, dragging his fingers along the streambeds of carved-out letters. He stumbles upon his own name inscribed above a small bed of grass. He lies down, crosses his arms, closes his eyes, and waits. In time, he becomes old. The wind carves his features smooth as river rock. Someone lifts him and places him on his grandfather’s headstone. We no longer remember the town where he was born.

1 comment:

Eccentric Scholar said...

The story is amazing and the imagery of today's and yesterday's posts are astonishing. Wonderful!!!