Bush Grave

far from the madding crowd
here in the mudgee bush
surrounded by scribbly gums
shading the graves from the sun
no one has visited in a long time

peaceful and overgrown
nothing clipped or trimmed
the trees forever watch over
the sleeping spirits

i am reminded that no matter
how  intensely gifted we are
this is our end
to rot and dissipate to dust

and in this silent serenity
i am also reminded
of how short our stay is
of what really matters
of how hard it is to find
of how intent you were
on throwing it away
of how we are now
already dead to each other