I touch this stone
Barely legible
My great great great great grandmother
The face I've never seen
Not even a picture, no photograph remains
But here you lie
Your bones beneath the ground
So close, my journey so long
To find you here
This quiet field
Hot summer's day
We spend a moment
Not as brief as it would seem
Enough perhaps to know
You've been here all the while
And I, in the return to this
Sacred place
Regain some lost part of myself
The future a little less forbidding
The same sky, the same sun, the same story
Related
All over again.