And so the line continues. The one that stretches back into history and the one that connects each to one another. We are connected by genetics, the blood and bone and I wonder sometimes about the concept of shared knowledge and experience, a collective unconscious as Jung described it. I also wonder about the possibility, as some writers have speculated, on the tapping into this stream of knowledge. Of being able to access the memories of an ancestor far down the line. To see through another’s eyes into an earlier world. At least I can imagine it.
a hand offered
accepted & I move
down the blood line
look through the eyes
of a great grandmother
how bright is the world
how old how new