Reflections on Chauvet
Cave
When first he saw his
hand
Then he became a man
First laping water
like a dog
At midnight
At a stream
With and hiding from
Other animals
His eyes only for them
His ears only for them
See how they move
Shoulder blade
punching through
Paws flaired
Hungry to eat flesh
Hungry to make flesh
Hungry to rest a while
by the water
He saw emotive animals
Lapping water at
midnight
They took refuge in a
cave
Bones of prehistoric
bears
Cast eternally in cave
drip
Saved for all time
In the belly of their
mother
Smears of smoke
Dressing the walls
30,000 years ago
He pressed his hand
here
His first signature
Pressed indelibly by
his own fear
Of the unknown
Of death;
He made life
He pressed a rock to
the wall
And gave birth to a lion
A lionness—troubled by
the lion
A heartsick lionness
Flairing paw for food
Flooding a glacial
plane
With tears of
frustration
Oh how they move!
Oh how he knew!
And then he saw his
hand
This one we call Adam.