An intersection of the plain
by the bank of some great stream
the animal carcasses
and skeletons would be
entombed
Tomorrow in a year
tomorrow in a million years
Ages resting in
the rings of a tree.
Fossils in lay in slate
marking the old forest’s edge
I’ve stood on a mountain
dividing three regions.
Then it was just a pebble
that I held inside my hand
In between each flap
of a butterfly’s wings,
countless changes
that have gone on unnoticed
A cricket rubs it’s forewings
together and I am forced
to think of the time that it’s taken
to build
Mountains fossils
Larva lava