Older Eyes

For billions of years this was not a human.
I was rain, wood smoke, a rust fleck from a fry pan,
 All at once.
Now this part of me is a human
 For a brief spell
While the river rock part of me witnesses the world with older eyes than these.

The Upper Lagoon by Marty McCorkle, oil painting on wood panel, 9 x 12 inches.
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