You called it.
Leaving a high bog to skirt
a canyon, sea urchin spines
tracing our path down a wall, and
over, oyster ridge to the Pleocenes…
Epoch walk you called it.
Leaving a high bog to skirt a canyon, sea urchin spines tracing our path down a wall, and over, oyster ridge to the Paleocenes.
Winded, we climb upriver gather discs and arcs past Miocene mists, to the boulderfield gateway of glass cuttlefish, rays giant ammonites.
Finally, sun fixed high, where all seas retreat this treasured lagoon at our feet, a crusted floor
of barnacles, bone shards, trilobite stepping-stones, scored iridescent with nacre.
Abundance. You look at the horizon to tell time-
Here, we weren’t yet predators, you and I
I eye you carefully. Smart enough to flee. Fast. Soft. Bony enough to fit, trap snugly in my shark tooth grasp.
This poem is inspired by Corey and her inspiring collection of found objects from collecting excursions. In her Etsy shop TreasureHider, you can find fossilized coral, shark teeth, oyster shells, belemnite, ray dental plates, and small mammal bones- all found on her walks around the Chesapeake. Holding them, and imaging where and when they were found, takes me on a fantasy walk through epochs, where predator/prey relationships shift like sand.