|Earth Bodies - 1 (Copyright Lori Allen 2016)|
Fifteen billion years ago, we were there.
You and I. Our sisters, brothers, lovers,
others, all there.
We were wild, hot, and brilliant.
We could not contain ourselves. For over
ten billion years we allowed our young,
spinning, fluid and fuming bodies to
gyrate and convulse.
We exhausted ourselves. We allowed
ourselves to slow down, cool down, and dream
about the future. We chose partners who
supported our dreams, mostly.
My partners and I named our dreams
"Earth." I have been involved in cycle
after cycle of molding the shared dreams
of Earth, though I can not recall who or
what I was before this cycle.
When I look to the horizon of this dream
named Earth, I recognize you all.
If I stand or sit quietly and match
my heartbeat to the pulse of Earth, I
understand, again, that we are the same.
I can not feel where I end, where you all,
my fellow dreamers, begin.
I marvel when I see all we have created,
are still creating. I am proud of the
terra firma, the oceans, the rooted
things, the rocks.
I am amused, and annoyed, that in
my current cycle, I only understand
the language of those exactly like me.
Humanness is such a limited way of
being. Every day we ask, "why am I here?"
"What is the meaning of life?" (When what
we mean is, "what is the meaning of
In the blink of a humanoid eye,
as the cosmos says, this life will be past
and all question will be answered, again.
I long for my next cycle.
What, who will I be? Bacteria? Plant?
Element? Artist? Stone Cutter? Healer?
Who will you be?
Surely, we will remember one another.
In whatever form our next cycle finds us,
let's connect. We can get a coffee, or a
bite of sulfur. No, wait, let's get my favorite
- a shot of stardust with a lightning chaser.