All The Signs Were There
Posted this to marylynnedittmar.com, but like it so much I decided to cross-post, along with the explanation.
I was listening to air-to-ground transmissions between Mission Control in Houston and Space Shuttle Atlantis, available at NASA TV. I was on headphones, reading, listening to the exchange between flight controllers and crew, while revisiting the discovery of modern human footprints dating back 117,000 years.
Here is what the muse brought.
“All the Signs Were There”
Walking on the beach,
sinking her feet into rain-soaked sand,
she moved toward the sea.
Aware of all surrounding her,
the smell of the storm receding,
leading her to follow.
Others remained behind,
nurturing the tribe,
releasing her to Lorelei.
Her lineage established,
beyond her ken.
Children she would never know.
In the bones of her face,
tomorrow lingered - as fingers played;
extravagant, extraordinary dexterity.
Inquisitive eyes.
What did she see?
What could she imagine?
One hundred thousand years ago,
she trailed the storm.
the sky clearing behind her.
Humanity before her,
traversing time,
she stood at the shore of her descendants.
Emerging intelligence which would, in time,
yield wit and wisdom, and power enough,
to lift sons and daughters to flight.
All the signs were there
of star-flung choreography,
dancing down the ancient dune.
As - mother of humanity -
uplifted by her journey,
she curled her toes into the sand.
- M. L. Dittmar
