Someone’s Standing on My Grave

Sometimes,
while doing perfectly ordinary things,
like walking down a road,
Do you wonder what there was
on that very spot long ago
or what the future will see?

Are you stepping on someone’s long lost treasure
or on the bones of an extinct creature,
swimming in a long dried up lake;
or standing in a nuclear reactor to come,
walking through a still un-conceived
botanical garden or airplane runway of the future,
over someone’s ashes to be dispersed
or last earthly resting place to be?


Early 2008