Time's Sculpture

Every present is a product of the past.
We are all forms under the chisel, figures shaped by time.

To adore the terrain,
each open ravine and safe sheltering cavern,
is to love the torrents
that left each gash and wound, each gorge and gully.
To grasp what is,
first know what was and how it came to be.
To love me,
this awkward landscape of earth, growth, and gapes,
embrace the histories
that sculpted me, both the brutal and benign.