An outrageously slow and peaceful homage to the stone age, sotto voce

A time before,

when slings and arrows

and rockets and missiles

made fortunes for a few.

Even,

tribal wars were

unheard of.

Silence,

save for the wildlife and

stone on stone.

And spirit needed not

to be awakened.

Such was freedom.

So quiet, you could hear the ice age receeding.