by Geoffrey Ayers
I have become a cave
Man drawing on a
Limestone wall,
Mastodons and woolly mammoths.
The gimcrack art
Will crumble,
As foreseen.
But since that foretelling my heart beats faster.
Can I still
Peel myself
Back into
The sun?
Can anyone?
Geoff Ayers is a poet born & raised in the Twin Cities and educated at the University of Minnesota. When not working his day job in marketing, he writes about the many ways that transcendence that breaks into ordinary life. In everything, he hold the tensions of his identity, Gen-Z and ancient, midwestern and global, ecclesial and worldly, tight and seeks their full expression. You can find his previous creative work in The Runestone Journal, The Tower, and The Paper Lantern or on his Substack at geoffayers.substack.com.
header image: Original image by Claude Valette, CCA ShareAlike (Cropped)
