The Holocene
Rose Alias (2015)
at night i watch the moonlight melt into the sound like raindrops dripping down glass windows
i’ve witnessed in solace the sigh of winter cover my mother’s grave in a sheet of white
some days i stand on rocky shores and watch the waves roar and reach out of the body to tug at my feet
for a moment i wondered if these beams of universe were city lights swelling with the revelry of life
somewhere they’ll be laughing at the well-dressed apes spinning on the pale-blue spec around a burning sphere of plasma
and someday we’ll be bones fossilized in stones imbedded in the memory of the Holocene