Thyme scented air hangs heavy
In the humidity drenching my skin
As I trace an ancient path.
Cypress trees mark the gateway to death
And I voluntarily descend to a time
When brimstone erupted freezing life.
The vibrations get stronger the deeper I go
Prickling against my skin
Activating a cellular memory
Of long dead voices that walked before me.
Gilded lilies begin to emerge,
Dolphins playing along the shore,
And statues interwoven in a universal dance.
My body says that we’ve been here before,
That we’ve sung these songs,
And painted these scenes.
Ancestors drown out the ocean waves
Telling me that I am home.
Threads of life open to ancient rituals
Marking every survivor that created
2 thoughts on “Connections”
I love the sense of timelessness, the way the speaker is reaching back into her past to connect with the present. Also well done with the sensory details. It was like being there.
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Thank you! This one was quite hard to write.