Red Rock
Sit under the red
rock arches
of the past,
where friends and family
have gone to dust
Sift your fingers
through the sand,
tiny fragments
of weathered stone and bone,
and imagine
Some day
you too, will be beyond memory,
forgotten by every human mind
until only the earth
remembers
And yet, every thought
every breath, every laugh
the world collects
into a whole
that is shared with all
You are made of
history, and full of particles
of those you have not met,
every stranger,
self
You may try and try
to make your mark upon the world
and yet, without striving
you have already become
part of this earth collective
An integral part
of past and future
that someday
someone may sift their hands
through
Very nice, Eliel. The concept of being remembered by the earth is somehow comforting.
Thanks, I find it so too.