It began with little Indians
puffing psychoactive spirituality
in lieu of peace signs in the sand.
Pet plants petted
coughing Camels patronizingly,
coaxing out life
one voice at a time.
Every breath breathes history
says the shaded mammal;
it sucks it up in fossilized harmony
and spits it out, in yellow –
it’s just shades of grey anyway
where humanity soars
out on a lung.
* My submission to this week’s edition of the One Shoot Sunday Photo Prompt, with that emotionally charged picture provided by one Fee Easton. I’ll be honest, this one’s still a work in progress; not entirely satisfied with how it turned out, but for the moment, it will do for this week’s prompt. As for Fee, well, she’s a fantastic photographer – be sure to have a look at my interview with her when you get a chance. You won’t come away disappointed…and while you’re there, check out all the other poets inspired by the prompt!