This earth

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.