Poems: The Ocean in Every Shell

I have heard that with
every step we take,
we stir up the dust
of dinosaurs
decayed into their
mineral compositions.

Every meal we eat
is filled with
the nutrition
of bygone plants
and animals
captured by the roots
of the plants which
bear the fruits and vegetables
on our plates.

 

And, all the mountains
of fossilized ancestors
erode with each rainstorm
to follow the flow
of water into river beds,
uplifted plateaus,
and coastal shelves,
teaming with sea-fish
and shell-fish.

I walk along the bay
between the brackish ponds
and lapping waves
and come upon shells
deposited from deceased
clams and sea-snails,
some now home to living
shell-fish which
cling tightly
to avoid the hot sun
until the tide returns
to tumble them back into
the water.

I see the cycle of life
in just a few square inches
as the dust from dinosaurs
has floated into the bay
to become the calcium
of shells which are decomposing
to become available for future
bivalves.  Some day
my ashes will
return the favor.

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About hermitsdoor

Up here in the mountains, we have a saying, "You can't get there from here", which really means "We wouldn't go the trouble to do that". Another concept is that "If you don't know, we ain't telling." For the rest, you'll have to read between the lines.
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2 Responses to Poems: The Ocean in Every Shell

  1. KerryCan says:

    We are stardust . . . Your poem puts our place in the world in perspective, for sure!

  2. Laurie Graves says:

    Yes, yes!

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