Machu Pichu
— Memory, Time, Poetry — 1 min read
A poem written after visiting the awe inspiring Machu Pichu about the monuments we leave to the future.
- A glimpse into the past.
- Through a jewel on the mountainside.
- Whose purpose and function we can only speculate.
- Cloaked in ethereal clouds and the passage of time.
- Crafted with intention and a careful attention to detail.
- By a civilization, a culture and a people we can never truly know.
- Who were these people?
- What drove them to build such wonders?
- There is sadness mixed into awe.
- The loss of the Inka,
- Erased.
- Ways of knowing and being in this world.
- Leaving only scattered remnants,
- In an ever more patched memory.
- All this leaves me wondering,
- What impressions will we leave on the world.
- For future generations,
- For future civilizations.
- To speculate over.
- Then I recall,
- Our impressions will not be monuments,
- But deep scars in the ecological record.
- That will scream out into the future.
- For eons.
- How will we be remembered?
- What stories will they tell about us?
- Five hundred years from now.
- One thousand.
- What heritage will we leave for the future,
- Other than destruction.