Adult Poetry - First Place

You died in the rocks
where you took your first steps
in siberian winds
that bit your skin.

You lay there for years,
asleep like
a fossil
in a bed of mountains
that howled at the moon.

But one day, I find you
in a museum of dust.
A 40,000 year-old bone
Whispering my name.

And then suddenly,
you are alive.
A real stone girl.
You pull me closer
like a bone to a dog,
And unleash your stories–

Tales of fighting tigers,
skinning buffalos,
sleeping with two neanderthals,
(but only one hominid)
and giving birth in a river
to the world's first homosapien
while plucking feathers
for your family's next meal.

When the 'girl talk' is done,
you retreat back to your display
and I am left like a child in a cave
to dream of the stories I will tell
when I am you—
The next Stone Girl.