and look down the row to my left,
following it past warriors, farmers,
hunters, and migrants,
and watch as it trails off
into the midsts of an early Hadar
morning.
I look to the right and make out
the dim outlines
of those who see me as primitive
and savage-like in my ignorance,
finally resting on
the settlers arriving at a
planet
lifetimes of travel from
their now abandoned home.
How can I not
stand in awe
at being part of it?
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