A Searching of the Heart

I feel like a man whose memory functions glacier slow now
My mind takes eons to piece together some semblance of what was
Our time now geologic history relative to you and me then
I’m a paleontologist digging around a continent searching for
A fossil seemingly so tiny it’s only a broken needle eye in a two times haystack
Worse I’m feeling around in the dark with my fingers for eyes
And if I do find something
It’s only the tiniest fossil imaginable of a gauzy you now
The black and white of a grainy Baryshnikov and you in midflight
Shot with some smudged lens from the back row
Unable to breathe the air now we breathed then
Undetectable and unrecoverable as Rampal’s circular technique
Me searching and digging to get to the heart too slowly
Finally to find something so grave as next to nothing