Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter

Poetry

Day 213

HISTORY

Were we the first,
Were we really the first
At anything? To write of one
Thing or another, to think a
Specific thought, ask a particular
Question, and fill it with a
Particular answer we thought was
Unique?

We wrap history in many veils,
Fictitious and lived, and yet
Memory is an imagined beast
Of many dimensions which
Calls our names when it fears
Being lost in the dark.

Where do we come from, really?
Who were the forebears who made
Us, and jumped continents to
Bring their brood to this shore
Of all the shores they could have
Chosen? We think we know
Their stories as truth, but they
Are only stories.

 

AGGIE’S ART OF HAPPINESS – CHAPTER 166

 

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