I saw a child playing the other day,
completely lost in the present moment.
She was remembering a time when she was a mighty T-Rex.
Remembering, not imagining.
She clomped and roared, roamed and bared her teeth,
just as the dinosaur had done.
It died so long ago, yet she’d brought back to life,
reanimated the blood and bones that had long turned to dirt,
embodied the flesh, revived the heat that had gone cold,
and breathed the very air from its lungs.
that the dinosaurs didn’t go anywhere.
They are right here, right now.
they died and decomposed, became nutrients and earth,
filtered into the water, were absorbed by plants, consumed by animals,
and exhaled back into the atmosphere, forever in an endless cycle,
passed down by generation after generation of plants, animals, and farmers,
just waiting for a little girl to remember,
“I’m a T-Rex.”
© Rylan Skelly, December 2018
About the Author: I have a B.A. in Honours Religious Studies from the University of Waterloo and I love all major world religions – Eastern, Western, or in between. I’m genderqueer, and I’m comfortable with male, neutral, and female pronouns. I’m married to my dear wife Lynn, who is the love of my life, my best friend, and my muse. I think far too much, and often have too many ideas to know what to do with. And I am a doing being, just like you!
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