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[milo]

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.

The language is interesting, the details are nice, it holds a nice cadence and avoids cliche.

Some callouts - the stone age was 400 years earlier(?)
You would never have to prise a stone from between your own knees
upon is literally up+on as opposed to on which is just on so you wouldnt really be UP on the ground you would just be on it
adding "seem" in a poem almost always ruins it

minor quibbles