Something teases and tugs at my mind’s eye,
just above my right ear,
pulling me towards the vastness of
a star-studded blackness.
From it arises the image of a mother,
child balanced on one hip
walking across plains.
Her path later crossed by an
ambling giant sloth.
These footsteps preserved across centuries
allowing us a glimpse of our ancestors’ lives.
Hers was a world of the mega-fauna;
ours is a world of the mega-buildings.
We leave no physical footprints on our concrete paths,
but a much heavier imprint we have lain across the globe.
How will our descendants decipher
this time of diminishing we have
stamped upon our Earth?
Inspired by article Fossil footprints:the fascinating story behind the longest known prehistoric journey
Of This Earth 
Love the poem, and the image! Thankyou Dinali 🙂
Thank you Nicky