Shedding dead flakes of skin
Used to conceal that which is true
Stand before the clock, ready
To die in order to be born again
Under a new sky; too bright
To behold, yet it is there.
No more under the weight
Of others; they are used as wood
For the fire to kill and destroy
Making way for the clearer path.
Flowers unfurl with heady perfume
Under a river of mud; the lotus is silent.
(Riverside Cemetery - Jackson, Tennessee - photo by Kimberly B. Richardson)