CEMETERY

I have seen the beauty of that cemetery,

where grassy slopes glow with sunshine

and the North Atlantic tides lap

at the pebbles and granite steps.

Tombstones spread from winding paths,

where Mexican workers trim flowers.

It’s so peaceful and sunny everywhere,

and everything is neatly organized.

I can see why both of you want to go there

and even purchased plots for your families

who have yet to leave our motherland.

Knowing where to end can help

to curb your wandering heart

and stabilize this drifting life.

In fact, a fine cemetery is a village

or town of another kind, where

people can settle afterward.

I envy your clarity about your journey’s end,

but I’m still not sure where to go,

never attached to any place.

Even after this life, I might continue to roam.