Red Light Above Jurassic Field

The crimson beacon aloft a timeless home

The brisk air making tusks of our breath

Returning us to who we were before we left

Primitive

An event monitor in the sky

Pulsing blood through the night and fueling our past

Releasing a reliefful silent sigh

That we have grown into more than we ever dreamed possible

In the metronome of the red light, in the micro seconds between the glow

In the minuscule eternities of sheer darkness

While all is silent

Yesterday flatlines and Tomorrow is born