I tread upon this earth,
this ancient garden,
that those of my kind
trod long ago;
and in this treading
so sublime I feel you,
I feel me, I feel
all of us in time.
This earth from which
this creature grew, will hold
and erase all our steps,
and memory of journeys
long since fought and done
will continue on apace
as we bipedal creatures
walk our ways in search
of another promised land.
We walk across this earth
undeterred—believing that
all our falls of foot upon
the sacred ground are
heard in some other realm.
But the earth silences all,
and takes all those who seek
the rainbow’s end to the
ground where there is
no memory—just once again.
12/8/2020