Notes Of A Future Fossil Poem by Alla Bozarth

Notes Of A Future Fossil



You who circumambulate the high crystal mountains
and come down to a glacier-fed riverbed to discover its treasures
as if at the center of the world, look for me.

I may be resting there, perpetually bathing
in mountain blessed light and sleeping at night
beneath the dark quilt of sky or a shimmering blanket of stars.

If you find my bones tucked away in a river cave, half-turned
to stone, and you take my petrified skull into your hands,
look into the death-opened windows from where once eyes
would have gazed out to greet you.

There will be green algae clinging to the fissures,
and nests of blue feathers where ears once were.

By these signs you will know who I have become,
reduced from what I once was to green earth and blue wind.
Do not try to imagine the person who once inhabited the shrine
of the skull in your hands. The temple has closed. You will not come close.

Instead, commend my freed spirit to red cedar trees and waterfalls,
to white volcanoes whose sacred glacial galleries hold histories,
and mine among them. Soon perhaps, and one day surely~ yours.

This poem is from the book, Diamonds in a Stony Field by
Alla Renée Bozarth, copyright 2011. All rights reserved.

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