Thoughts on the drive to work

My drive to work is quite placid and not your average commute. Just down the street from my house and on my way to work is Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery. My unit is within sight of the fence on the northwestern end of the hospital grounds.

The cemetery itself is also visible from the highway, but it is, in my opinion, best viewed from the entrance off Sheridan Road. Right now, the grass is getting greener, and in the morning, you'll often encounter deer or other wildlife out and about.

The hills are rolling and the symmetry of the markers in the early morning is amazing. Some people might find it upsetting. However,it makes me think of this portion below of Song of Myself by Walt Whitman, as I look at the grass, and in a way, it inspires me to do a better job at work.

And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.
They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at
the end to arrest it,
And ceas'd the moment life appear'd.
All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and
luckier.