Cracks (The Story Of Time)

words on a page
writ like cracks on a dried-away plain
chipping in patterns to tell the story of time

after the forming... the earth or the idea
it sat burning away with reflection
shaded in grays of retelling
the eye light scorching the white
the definitive line of separation
between consciousness and word...
space and decision...
the land asks the sun many questions...
answers are frozen like gaps in the unknown
interpretations settle like dust
filling in some of the deepest truths
with translation
to make the wonder into understanding

the crust becomes cognition
and sometimes... looking at the lines
we see what made them
the impulse of the sun to rise
emotion as description...
and sometimes you see the cracks glancing back
sometimes the words... they know you