A Clumsy Anthropologist
'Tis twilight, the shadow of lake
turning light- peachy and pink.
And all the forest around wake
in the light- life too groggy to think.
When all the light cast God's love
of the sun, bursting brightly,
it shines on something- a hidden trove,
and I take the hiker's first step, lightly,
and I see in front of me old things!
I dust the dirt off skeletal caps,
I smile and the forest begins to sing.
Soon, though, excitement begins to collapse,
For my skips and my kicks and my chants
drop the artifacts on a rock, and they shatter!
Anthropology smites me for my careless dance
for now I have tiny skeletal pieces of matter.
The birds now sing, the monkeys now ooh,
the winds now shake, the sun hides
behind a pile of clouds, as though they all knew.
I collect my findings- crying a little inside.
Copyright © Brittany Martin | Year Posted 2013
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