Ancient Caves 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

Ancient caves, dripping water
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Trickling down the stream
An ancient family is there
Shhhhhh, they might hear you
The mother prepares dinner
The father relaxes in his favorite rock
The kids are playing in the water
One of them sees you
Through the looking glass
Of the sands of time
A faint image
Of a sojourner
Standing on the other side of a great divide
Ten thousand years of time
The child exists only in the memory of most
But you have found a vortex, a tear in the fabric of the space, 
time continuum
By gazing upon this child, and then by the child becoming aware 
of you
You have breached the gap of eons of time
The child is unafraid and comes closer to see who or what you are
You reach through the portal
The child touches your hand
You are real
The child is real
You dare not enter this strange world for fear of not making it 
back out
You dare not allow this child to leave his family
So you retract your arm and walk away
Never to return
But on quiet evenings when all is still
You can still hear the trickling water in that cave stream so 
many eons ago
You can still hear the laughter of the kids playing in that cave
You can still hear the mother grinding corn and cooking supper
You can still see in your mind's eye that cave where a family 
lived so many moons ago