We knew we were in a cave

transported, real-not-real
when we heard the birdsong coming down
through the forest just the way, they say
it once had been—except the glass museum
plunk in the former woods—
but you forget, don’t you, tracing brushstrokes
the bull’s eye, prehistory of color painstaking
recreation, pixel by pixel
and thank god we can breathe and crowd
more people than ever walked these woods
or learned to paint ritual creatures
(or dreams or hunt or we don’t really know)
without destroying the dawn of art—
only what’s left of the forest—
and isn’t it glorious, how dark
and atmospheric light and shade play
in this cave?


Ruminating on this article about France’s latest replication of the Lascaux cave paintings…

16 thoughts on “We knew we were in a cave”

  1. Love this, Jennifer, the real and not real and the sense of wonder about those in prehistory–and now.
    Thanks for the link to the article. I heard a bit on NPR, but I wanted to go back and look for it.

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  2. One of my very favorite topics! So evocative. You do such a good job bringing us in and letting us know it is fake at the same time. I am not sure which one I want to live in when I am done reading. 🙂 Nicely done.

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