. . . from the archives #45: Alders & Sunlight—Point Reyes, 1990

Others have ideas, I know,
About what happens when we go.
A thousand virgins? Demons rare?
A fairyland beyond compare?

And others say beyond the tomb
Is nothing but an empty room.
But I—I think that I’ll just wait and see,
And hope for a recycled me.

—from the poem "Cycles" by Richard Summers

Photo: Alders & Sunlight—Point Reyes, 1990