Fresh Clarity

©March 1st 2022, Olan L. Smith

Stratum under strata lay the deposits

Of time on the windowsill, humus on the

Earth buildup on the unwashed coffee

Cups flaking off into the mouths of god

As they drink life of their own creations.

Hurry up, rush, run, to the end of your

Life, and for what...oblivion, more dust?

Bones decaying in the bitter earth,

Or conserved in the swampy bogs for

The living to find, tag, and later display

In museums, here lies the ancient bones

Of Homo Sapiens Neworcus, died circa

2020 of COVID, found in a mass grave.

Who in real-time knows his destiny, who

Who yearns for sickness in riches of day?

Evidence for life is exhumed in yawning

Dirt of life, laid down in layers of dust.

A living planet, the Earth builds until it's

Seasoned by Sol, the sun expands

Out to shed its shell, a fresh clarity.