This can’t last forever.  #corn #summer 

On a quick downhill curve on River Road in the Town of Florence you spy the arch of an old stone bridge. Someone keeps the path over the creek mowed past a sign that says “Graves Cemetery”. A hike up a hill makes you think that somebody made this a bit too inconvenient for the bereaved and the bereft. At the top there are still some stones in good shape, an obelisk on its side, a marker in the corner, “Daniel Polly - Caroline LeRoy - His Wife”. And then over in the trees between the boneyard and a field a shadow catches your eye.

He was probably coming back for it later.

Jefferson County, New York.  #abandoned

Happy Birthday!  #cicada #cuse

Help Wanted : Groundskeeper, Eames Family Cemetery, Lee, NY

Peace


This is where I was on your fiftieth birthday.

And some of the other birthdays, too, mostly in the twenties.  And some other days when my wanderings led me back to this town, to the narrow path where I parked and walked up this short, steep hill.  

This is where I cleared away weeds that grew in the planters long after the rose bushes surrendered to the elements.  This is where I sat leaning back on my hands in the thickness of upstate July evenings until the lawn’s image transferred to my palms.  This is where I brought my broken heart for years and returned again after it had mended.  

Years.

Years passed and I grieved for you every day.  Every day I thought of you, maybe just for a moment, maybe just when an echo sounded like your laugh. Every day until, until I didn’t.  And it was okay. I missed you still, but I mourned less.

But this town, this town that was never my home, this town became a ghost town for me.  You were gone but you were always here. On a quiet night not long after we married my wife and I talked about loved ones lost and the ritual of the cemetery.  She said, I don’t have to visit the cemetery, I know he is not there. I said, I know she is not there, either - but that is where I am when I am with her.

So I came back, but less regularly and with fewer tears.  And with time I found peace here, peace with your death, peace with the schoolboy who loved you, peace with the man I became.

This is where I was on your fiftieth birthday. I laid my head on the ground and watched an eagle float in the stiff summer wind, so perfectly outlined against the clearest blue sky.  And I was filled with peace.


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New York tassel. #upstate #cny #newyork

Years on the porch.

Sirsy at Beachland Ballroom, Cleveland, 06.19.2014 @SIRSY @BeachlandCLE

Future wine speeding past.