Maril Crabtree
Anthropocene Dream

He sleeps with the weight of age
and the weightlessness of stars.
He drifts into the forest
of time’s plenitude,
his memory a blanket
of tangled leaves.

Yet, even here, new life stirs.
A tiny bird emerges,
ready to sing its lullaby:
dance with the shadows
of possibilities
hidden in this world or the next.