Desert Dweller

The foreword to a novel,
painted in crude brush strokes,
is usually written after the story’s end.

Several hundred million years have elapsed
from the first amphibian crawling on land
until a creature existed on this planet,
that could describe that event.

I exist in this moment,
unique offspring of that crawling amphibian,
a lone, frail primate,
bearing consciousness of the universe.

I wonder what will be written,
by the last person, in the forward
about the story of the human race.

Who will write the epilogue?

©2026 Bruno Talerico
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Addendum: Recognition of the Big Bang didn’t occur until
fifteen billion years after the explosion.