New Lisbon City Cemetery, June:
There before me were the headstones of my ancestors.
Seeing their names, knowing their bones lay beneath me...I felt..maybe
they might know I'm here...
I never knew them. I don't have any pictures of them.
I wasn't interested, until one night, I started looking for them on the internet.
And searching there, I started to find them--their names, dates, places, times they lived when they
were as real as I.
Soon, all the things I couldn't find, but imagined,
haunted me late into the single hour of the night when it gets very
very quiet. This is when I would wonder if they were close by, but just out of touch...if it was possible
for their energy to pass through the electricity to which I was connected on the internet.
Sounds crazy I know, but...on the day I finally stood
on their graves, eight graves as if gathered around a table, I knew them. I knew them all.
