About Cells & Dinosaurs & Resting On the Bottom
something in us calls always to the earth
and the ocean, to the past
realms we can never know or touch
but in memories locked in cells,
passed down legacy from prehistoric ancestors
that swam or scuttled across unimaginable landscapes
And it is that cry "love me!"
An awesome chasm deep within longs to be filled,
a desire to nestle down warm
between the mountains
and stretch toes to warm places near the sea.
And the chasm also screams to the sky, to the stars,
lights moving beyond our grasp
and tugging on our brilliant minds
to create wings from wax and fly away
to the future that is always guessed and never known.
We are fascinated by stones, alive all these years,
they have seen us born and die a million times over,
they keep their secrets locked away,
they will not tell.
We crack them open and: more mysteries,
or dazzling brilliance
that make us forget the questions.
But no answers,
and we can only die and become fossils ourselves,
sit cracking beneath the loam
move unaltered into the future,
food that will feed the future.
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