I travel through time

on stories’ wings, through

forgotten lore. Farther still,

to origins where

charcoal lines dance

along cave walls into

galloping horses and bison.

Ancestors reflect

hematite handprints 

into the mirror of time.

I return to when

the moon was newly formed

when matter swirled in chaos,

coalescing into

planets bound by gravity.

I become the distant stars,

stretch through time. Farther still

to when the light was born.