You ever notice how we talk down to cavemen
Like we are far superior
Like they are not advanced
Like we are future humans with lasers
What if we aren’t that different than cavemen
Cavewomen, cliff dwellers, hunters & gatherers
Elders, children, warriors, skilled crafts people
Two spirit, animal spirit, shaman, medicine people
Mothers, fathers, grandparents and godmothers
Transient wandering immigrants
Humans
We are still in the stone age
Just trying to survive
Fear driving us
Taking shelter from the rain
Our cave is our home
where ever we are
We have not come so far
We still fight
Primitive in thought
We still hate
Primitive emotions
We still pass hate down
Primitive by tradition
We are still storytellers
Sharing tales through every platform imaginable
Warm our hands around a fire
around a glowing screen
with a cup of hot liquid
Language flowing off the tongue
Tools tapping away
Pale amber petroglyphs archiving the news of the day
We still need each other
I miss your face
I need your embrace
We walk the Earth in bare feet
In the dirt, sand, grass
Crafting for fun, for purpose
Beads, baskets, tissue paper butterflies
Rainbow loom rubber bands
Smiling, laughing
Laughter…
echoing into the inky night
into the universe
making the stars shine brighter
Our brains move fast
Our hearts move slow
And our spirit moves in the stillness
We still love
In many ways they were more advanced than us
We are still them tho
Not removed by 300 thousand years
But right here
Just sheltering in place