NOWHERE NEAR
The melt water that burrows down into the clay slope
reminds me of the great inland ice that formed
the landscape thousands of years ago. I look at
the igneous rock that has risen from the lava masses and
solidified into pieces of chocolate cake along the new main road,
and millions of years disappear in the rear window.
I can imagine the Big Bang without witnesses.
We were not there, and have no problems about looking
back. But when did our consciousness give us
the answer to the Arctic terns’ long flight in broad daylight
or the inscrutable gaze of the cat from the window sill.
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