NATURE Poem: A Dinosaur Monologues before the Asteroid, by Abigail Storey

I am speaking about the prehistoric landscape
of our home, and the creatures which reside there:
me, a thing which wishes to set down roots and grow old with
you, a morning glory, who I watch from a tundra
of night, between sediment pillows and cosmic blankets,
from inside the geode of our last embrace.
I am going away from you. I am gone. I’m sorry.
The stegosaurus swings his devil’s tail. I will ravage my biome
with absence, but I think about you more than my origin.
I think about you more than anything I’ve been,
the enormity of which terrifies me. I cannot conceptualize
such depths. The future may well be an alien world,
allus and all, and you are futures away from me.
Do you understand? Somewhere, somewhen, I love you. I am trying
to remember that pain is only a fossil record of joy.

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