The Grave and Other Poems

by Zane Paxton

THE GRAVE

There’s an old grave

in the garden,

but one filled with

Life.

The decay of

this place

was renewed within its eyes;

re-bloomed under the

sight of its cobbled stones.

Buried bones quake and are shaken home

to find rest alone,

beneath this shadow.

Surrounded now by hallowed ground

and all around is light.

The breath of ones

who rise inside this

echo.

As if resurrection bled out

and poured down, onto

each petal.

RIVER

You glisten beneath

the shade tree.

Meandering aimless

it seems, but still—

moving.

Rippling along like

listening to the earth-song

is more wonderful

than progressing

to an end.

And I know you’re clear,

but I like to imagine this

nourished blue is far

more than just your

view of the sky.

To lean my hand close

enough to touch is to

feel satisfied—to

realize that life

comes from a source that

lends its supply.

And yours is infinite.

ZANE PAXTON

Zane Paxton is an emerging poet whose words seek to articulate the abundant life. His work has been featured by Ekstasis and Solum Literary Press and is forthcoming with Calla Press. He resides in Lincoln, NE, with his wife and daughter. Connect and read more of his poems at https://zanepaxton.substack.com.