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
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,
(written while viewing the Werner Herzog
movie for the first time. NGE 12-18-11)