Not being a particularly clever girl, there are many things that I can't 'wrap my head around', as the kids say. For instance:
Dresses worn with jeans
A wealth of things confuse and mystify me.
Lately something else has appeared, to be added to the list of perennials above. A few weeks ago this story broke. Now I understand dinosaurs. I understand the Ice Ages, I get the Eras: the Palaeozoic, the Mesozoic; as well as the Epochs: Pleistocene and Palaeolithic. What I still can't fathom, however, is that the creatures that thundered through these distant years did so right where my apartment is standing.
There are times when a thing is so marvelous, so vast, so far beyond and above, that the imagination is dazzled. Sometimes the mind's eye has to blink.
I find it hard to believe that the bodies of monsters lie trapped and broken beneath the sidewalk I travel on to work, every day. Dire wolves used to hunt in packs across the gardens of my neighborhood, tearing the bellowing throats out of their prey. Now they are suffocated and silent, compressed under tons of sediment and waste.
The creaking I hear in my house could be the earth's memory rising into the air, full of the distant shuddering footsteps of mammoths, trying to balance tusks ten feet long. They held no thought for their future generations harnessed in circuses, killed for necklaces of ivory beads. They sank, with cries that shaped mountains, into mires of tar less than a mile from where I type this.
I live on the second level of my building. Long ago, the closest we ever came to dragons plowed through an extinct world, tall enough to break through my floor. A languid turn of its tail would shatter the plaster walls beneath me, embarrassing man's work. Now their fires are out, and they sleep inside the earth.
I can't believe that the denizens of prehistoric pastures have been found beneath the parking lot of the May Company, where Mother and I had walked on our way to finding reasonably priced fashion items! I am stunned with the image of fields, possessing an endless perspective, muddied and devoured by creatures ignorant of the part they were playing in the world's breathing, bloody evolution. When my thoughts rest, I see their dim eyes, at the eve of the the creation of intelligence, when the earth struggled in its swaddling clothes.