These stories
From another time
As if they’re mine
They speak to me
From another time
As if they’re mine
They speak to me
A hunter seeking
Sustenance
What simpler story
Can there be
Like me, he loved
And sometimes hated
Like me, he laughed
Despaired, felt fated
Ten thousand years,
Or more, can pass
The actors change
The stories last
This man who walked
A different world
Yet shares the path
For each unfurled
Though many paths
Through many worlds
They’re all the same
And so are we
Aboriginal Rock Painting
Man with spears, spear thrower and dilly bag
Kakadu National Park
Northern Territory, Australia
Man with spears, spear thrower and dilly bag
Kakadu National Park
Northern Territory, Australia
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