Fossils
It is like a frozen wave
what once was sand and is now a bed of rock
rising from cockles and weed,
its fossils, patterns
I recognise from barrier reef,
the tropics in stone on a northern shore.
These creatures have had their time in suns past
as I have mine now,
the moments from wave to wave.
How many have come and gone
since the time of that coral sea?
Atoms of carbon and oxygen released in death
moved through altitudes and the blood of worms,
become for a moment these bones,
this blood of mine.
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Colin
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