History
(with a nod to Kay Ryan)

In the thick of it,
who knows
when or if
they’re
making it.
Take scientists
who shovel
facts.
Yesterday,
Lucy roamed
her continent
alone.
Today, Little Foot’s
contemporized
the story line
and leads the pack.
History sifts
through
time and space.
So much for
certainty
when
bone-bound Truth
hides out
in sediment
for centuries.











Carolyn Martin is blissfully retired in Clackamas, Oregon, where she gardens, writes, and plays with creative friends. Her poems have appeared in publications around the US and UK, including Stirring, Persimmon Tree, Antiphon, and Naugatuck River Review. Her second collection, The Way a Woman Knows, was released in 2015. www.thewayawomanknows.com>
See another poem in 3.4 here.