Impression

April 23 2012

In sedimentary weather

it is uniformly grey.

The eyes adjust.

Silt drifting down
settling, steady,

around my feet
in even layers

creeping up.

The atmosphere is thick,

and with each perturbation

of current, and wind 
I sway,

like a neutral object

immersed.

Yet motionless, in a relative sense. 

A fish

in water.

A passenger, on planet earth

hurtling along

through space.

Enough heat, and pressure

and silt hardens to rock

encasing me.

Or at least my impression

left

in a thin indelible layer,

they will date, someday

to early this century.

When the air was clogged

with electromagnetic waves,

the dust, stirred-up

by our meddling.

Where once
unlikely creatures dashed

on wet volcanic ash

unintended clay,

like water-walkers

almost weightless.

Or footprints baked

into river mud. 

A swift escape

some hot dry day

in paleolithic sun.

The climate has changed.

Weather never does.