THE STONE AGE, ORKNEY

It could have been me...
grinding wheat in
stone bowls,
soaking limpets in
stone boxes.
Walking up steep
green hills to bury
my brothers and sisters,
always looking out
at magnificent views.
Opal skies, golden light fields of
greener than real green,
Always facing yet another
cairn on another hillside.
Relics...bracelets, bones, skulls,
clay pots from thousands of
years past...unearthed now,
timeless memories of humankind.
Was it you...was it me...
was it all of us alone, together, there?

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