i walk
along the paths
of lives long gone
i sit
on a bench
soothed by the gravestones
of anonymous women, men & babies
whose presence once existed
i breathe
as the much craved february winds
fill me with delight
the little ones
out for their afternoon recess
run through Death
and chase each other
through what will be their Life's memories
i smile
i cry
in the presence
in the silence
of Trinity
Trinity Church Cemetery
18 February 2009
