By nature’s (divine) design,
I am my own geology
each of us) composed of strata
of prehistory of ages afore and ancestors,
some, by name and word and deed, known,
many (most?) not,
all abiding in deepest, dimmest shadow, and
of our histories in our nowadays,
increasing, verse-by-verse, chapter-by-chapter, and
of our memories of our times,
our rehearsed recollections, our afterward reflections,
our readings between the lines of our words and deeds,
seeking our ever-evolving meanings
of our identity (being), our destiny (becoming), and our legacy-leaving.
Prehistory, history, and memory; all
hard to search,
harder to see,
hardest to share.
So, it is our searching,
requires, demands a daily life-time.
Photograph: Antelope Canyon, Arizona