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[John]

Cutting a trail uphill through cedar
Towards a grove of Spanish oak
I sat upon the ground to rest,
And prised up a stone from between my knees.

Wiping away the dried caliche,
I held a palm-sized, rocket-shaped flint point.

I had to stare at it before my eyes believed,
That I held an unfinished stone-age tool, 
Left behind 400 years ago by a human like me,
But unutterably not me.

I seemed to watch myself remove the point
And discover it again and again.
I stood up and held it outstretched,
And gave a self-conscious shout
To no one but the cedar and the oaks,
A shout of joy:  I’d been able to touch his hand
Outside of the centuries of dead between us.

I'm not reviewing this, but enjoyed reading through.

Q. Don't you mean 4000 years, not 400? The Stone-Age ended 4000-5000 years ago.