Standing in the Field

In a place meant for absence
A land intended for solitude
A barren plain turned lush
A dark sky unexpectedly festive
Unexpectedly light
I stood in the midst of great sorrow
And felt only joy
To see young leaves growing on an empty branch
To stand barefoot
On the soft grass of a salted field
To find life on a lifeless plain
Unmarked graves and smoldering flames
Sleeping on its back
Ever unchanged
By the contents of its remains
To wonder and amaze
At the beauty of a dwelling
Where I spent a lifetime
Yet never seen before