UPON VIEWING: CAVE OF FORGOTTEN DREAMS
The eye adapts to dark.
No. Adapts to light.
Light born on
specks of dust eons adrift,
caught when rocks
tumbled and in their debris,
trapped lives untold, uncounted
by any measure that survives.
None does. Just the vigorous dark
lines of life: horses,
cave bears, panthers, lions
mammoths, rhinos:
a single human female sex.
Lives recorded and silent.
A cave full of bones, none ours.
But ours are the lines,
old as calcium, fragile as rock,
wondrous and extinct,
time and story merged,
unmeasurable.
(written while viewing the Werner Herzog
movie for the first time. NGE 12-18-11)
i love this poem nora. having seem some prehistoric caves as well as the movie, i think you do a great job capturing the prehistoric site within a 21st mind
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