opening I could see the drawing on the wall of the
& Graphics by Tomas
The fire was throwing warm light, creating
movement in the still night.
I sat, watching the drawing on the wall.
They had painted the sun on the cave wall.
I remember back this morning, feeling depressed
I had felt that the world was against me.
I had felt the pain in the back of my head. I had
I thought I knew what to do, so I had walked
to the side of this mountain and gathered some
wood and kindling.
I had sparked a fire with flint in this
The first time I had seen the drawing, it had
reminded me of how simple the past can communicate
with the present. The simple drawing of the sun on
the cave wall spoke of a time past.
The time where one human decided to
communicate with the future.
They decided to tell us that they knew the sun.
The simple drawing, a old circle and radiating
lines told of emotions gone by.
They told the story of someone drawing in this
The life trying to reach forward into the future.
A life with a history, a life willing to create a
A life whose time frame has long since gone.
A life that had lived and loved, fought and cried.
A life that had walked and talked in this cave.
A life that had seen the sun.
Sitting in this cave I look at the sun and
realized that I am not alone.
Someone has left a message on this wall.
I watch the drawing as the fire's reflection
plays tricks and dance on this wall.
I know that someone else has sat here and
watched this sun as it danced and entertained them
so long ago.
My sadness is long gone, as I slowly understand
what I see, the muscle in my neck has relaxed, the
pain I understand. It leaves my body.
I'll come back here and sit at some other time.
I'll again share the time with the one who painted
Words & Graphics by Tomas