Day 19: Not Yet Predators

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 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.

Closeup of a sea urchin test. In life, a tube ...
Closeup of a sea urchin test. In life, a tube foot or gill extends through each of the small holes, and a spine is supported by each of the raised tubercles. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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.

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Author: tara linda

musician, poet, jewelry maker

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