Fieldstones

Post date: May 20, 2009 6:38:38 PM

Some pile

gray stones in fields

on top of the ridges

or even those bogs

and marshes

under the bridges.

These rectangled graves

with reeds and cat-tails

swishing through

I saw from a Scottish Rail car

carried by in June.

Stones too small

for houses or walls

to line along the bridges

fit just right

in tight stubbled piles

on top of the ridges.

I'll go back when I'm gray

and cracked

to gather stones and wander

through fields of hardy grass

to reap the health of summer.

But if one night

I fall from a bridge

remember my bones;

bury me right

on top of the ridge

with a blanket of stones.