Time

It matters not to the waves
moon-tide rhythms will sway the seas
and winds will gust
long after we have gone away.
Ashes of our being here, cinders and dust
layers of sediment marking our short stay
fossilized monuments
preserved as continents
merge in tectonic fusion-
Our great importance an illusion
after all.

Civilizations rise and fall
grand experiments of social significance
a celestial dance
only partly of our creation.
Waves alter shorelines, not in retaliation
for our filth that washes ashore,
but in response to the movement of the earths core
as she changes, as everything shifts.

What have we learned of our gifts?
Visions and prophesy
Religions and philosophy
Pondered in ancient tombs
futures woven on archetypal looms
where pendent threads swing to the swan song
and we see just where we’ve gone wrong.
The celestial dance begins again
as last of the dream washes out in the rain.