It's time for a sonnet

 
Working on writing more sonnets this year.


Not all history is shown

It happened yet it never did; there will
be no recorded history, no lines
upon a page or a magnetic thrill
shall ever hold that this occurred. Yet mines
of fossils can discern an ancient past
and show the traces of uncounted lives --
so even if the memories don't last
their traces linger like the taste of chives
beyond the final fork. If you would look,
you'd find it somewhere in a log or in 
a flash of eyesight's insight, yet a book
will not contain a single word on thin
translucent parchment, nor a jot of ink
to remember what two minds can think.