snout faces down
etched markings
appear newer than its
rocky enclosure
Enshrouded in marbled black,
grey, dirty tan - embodied inside
its owner, a faded and chipped
misshapen boulder
unsteady at the cliff's edge
threatens to trip
Its home and life a temporary place
inspected often by others -
its death lives on in the curious eyes
of two cheerful tourists, plainly dressed -
they do no think of the afterlife.
As the ladies chatter about a rocky mountain
vacation, another woman in the PTA they don't like
mostly because of her hair, the futility of trying
to save money -
the seahorse listens - glad to be petrified
In the background
the nondescript shapes of small clouds dance -
floating sky animals that peek over
the late sunset's still pink light
a soft reminder of life
Simultaneously, Tessa and Louise meet their past
selves at a bar, two girls that reflect to them a distant
youth - not forgotten, instead embraced
Joyful at this meeting, these four girls
drink inside a circle of bar stools, while
life weaves left, right around their conversation,
the wonder of knowing your future selves
amazes the younger pair and the older two
encourage them with a knowing only seen by age
Cracked surfaces in the fossil's rock remind me
that even death continues to erode
Sprouts of new grass fight for air through the rubble
persistent, determined to take hold
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