Writing from the stemistry lab
Time
by Marilyn Longstaff
Appearing as we did in the last minute of the life on earth clock – so slow
we woke, and took our time, left little evidence of being here. At last we
made a few marks, left drawings in caves, footprints in the sand, bones,
raised megaliths as messages for those who were to come, to live
in harmony with planets, stars. We hunted, then grew crops –
then speeded up, so we forgot the push and pull of tides, building
to a crescendo, as we worked ourselves into a frenzy, faster, faster,
running towards our inevitable disappearing.
Coda
So, now we are just two (as at the start), we sing a whale song, a lament
to the sad beauty of it all, that we must say goodbye. THE END