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Today the wind is playful
And teasing:
Rippling
Black leaves,
Tumbling
In feather grass,
Rolling
In waves toward the horizon.
Who has seen it
Or knows where it begins?
Enigmatic
As our origins
And did you know—
They found breadcrumbs
In the ashes of a fourteen thousand year old fire
Long before agriculture…
How can this be?
It hurts the brain
To contemplate such mysteries.
Footprints in time,
Both dinosaurs and men
Out of place, for certain,
And beyond our ken;
But as we go on exploring
Through space and time
We’ll find other oddities
To stymie the mind;
Perhaps a tear’s circle
On a distant world
Will make us suspect
We’ve been there before.
But I wouldn't be
Overly concerned—
Instead of journeying,
We’ve simply returned.
© 2018, John J Geddes. All rights reserved
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Leí la información de las migas de pan, @johnjgeddes. Es increíble!!! Cada día me sorprendo más con las cosas que va descubriendo el hombre. Imaginarse que solo tenemos un ínfimo conocimiento del mundo, que el universo guarda aún grandes secretos, me hace sentirme pequeñita. Dios es tan grande que todavía nos sorprende. Me llevo tu idea final! Una vez estuvimos aquí, hace millones de años, y hemos vuelto. Tal vez, en algún momento, como ahora, te leí y te encontré en alguna página de la vida. Viéndolo así, no ha sido difícil coincidir contigo. Te abrazo en este martes de julio.
Interesting @johngeddesj to see how the two works you show, both the painting and the poem, merge into one, and encompass the fact that time erodes everything and that just like the waves of that immense sea, they unfold to the shore without knowing where they originate, so are we, in this world, going like waves guided by the wind, towards an uncertain destination, leaving traces in our wake with the certainty of knowing that we will return but with the uncertainty of not knowing where, nor when.
