Being in places

There is something
about a woman
standing in the sun
on the doorstep:
as if she was
collecting warmth
to take back
into her home.

There is something
about a journey
on curving roads in hills:
as if one
left behind a lot
to reach heights,
but a road always
takes you back home.

There is something
about being a hillbilly,
never in the shade,
forever in the sun:
he knows there are
no secret springs
and what's important
is for all to share.

There is something
about abandoned cemetries
on country hillsides:
names are
wisps in the air
and life needs to be lived
in abandon,
for later - who cares