Thoughts In A Graveyard

this evening
as I walk past the graveyard
the thought comes to me
that it is not entirely impossible
one of those crumbling graves
was mine
that name carved there
almost obliterated
was as much mine
as the name I go by today
under that grey slab of stone
time's hands have worked
inexorably on my flesh and bone
grinding them into the earth
that I am alive
in the grass growing wild there
and I move
with the leaves on those trees

~ Rwits