Things I learnt in the graveyard
When I was a younger man I used to wander up the hill to sit in the
graveyard.
The views were terrific.
You could see along the coast, up into the mountains and down into
the city.
Bit like the Rockies outside Denver, but on the coast.
Anyway.
The horizon each way along the coast represented the limit to the
life I could expect if I never moved on.
just because
steve coel
In Oregon I met a drifter who lamented the end of boundaries.
To him there was nowhere else to move on to.
No spaces left to get lost in.
He was right.
I know that now.
I read about the town I grew up in.
I log on to the internet copy of my once local paper. Little has
changed it would seem.
The lack of change suits it.
I wonder sometimes how many people reflect on the place they grew
up in.
Is it still home?
Not really.
I wanted to live my life beyond the horizon I could see from the
graveyard on the hill.
I still do.
steve coel
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