Hathi Room

I will remain perched upon this coarse-grained sandstone ledge
Peering from across the amaranth pink fountain
To the depths of the still cerulean pond neighboring it’s base
I am wholly detached from the passage of time
Allowing me to observe the universe’s marvels unfold, one of which
The spread of life across our beautiful home
I notice how the pond’s bank is bustling with activity
In the image of an Assyrian marketplace, yet to come to fruition
And before my very eyes, the metamorphosis of Tiktaalik
With frail limbs penetrating the underbelly of scales covering their ribs
Fervidly gathering strength as they extend and grasp sand on the beach
Rapidly transforming into amphibians who are blissfully indifferent
Of this cyclic microcosm replicated across time across the universe
In various forms whose stories will never be discovered
I will forever be in awe at this timeless wonder,
I will remain perched upon this coarse-grained sandstone ledge

Notes:

The prompt today encouraged us”to write a poem from the point of view of one person/animal/thing from Hieronymous Bosch’s famous (and famously bizarre) triptych The Garden of Earthly Delights.” See if you can figure out who I’m writing about (hint: its a figure in the left panel).