When doing some research for genealogy, I wrote this to signify the vastness of our creation on Earth and where we came from. We are all creatures of long ago, with stories from the past that are part of our existence. Starting with Eve, continuing with Lucy, our ancestors have traveled afar to where we are today.
Message Heard 2018-27
Beside a thatched dwelling
In front of a smoking fire
Bones, stones, and shells,
Fly to a mat of woven grass.
Foretelling a future, a decision
To be made, fate itself in limbo.
Frayed leather garments
Darkened by sweat and time
Cling to an old one with the
Insight, interpreting the fall.
The bush resounds; drums beat,
Signaling the message told
By the ancient one; for all to hear.
Far away, a man dressed in pinstripes,
Moves his head with ear upraised.
The Manhattan intersection beckons;
He lingers with a quizzical look, squinting.
The man walks away in the crowd,
Wondering what he heard in the wind.
Den Betts email@example.com