Empty Graves

The wind gathered up my soul

and carried it so far away, I

thought I would fall. And we

all know I���m afraid of heights, so

I yelled into the wind, though

my voice was thrown back into

my face: Please bring my soul back home.

The wind chuckled at my foolishness

and took my soul to the place with

mass graves, where all my ancestors

were laying. The wind sat me down gently,

left me free to roam among the graves

of my ancestors. The wind knew what no one

has ever said, that the crumbling & earthen

graves were empty, that my ancestor���s souls

were so far away from home, only my

longing & searching could bring them back

to me.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind