Poem of the week: Fossil
I disappear beneath
darker mornings shorter days
move slow and drift
through sand-splattered seaweed
haze-edged shallow seas
and a silver promise of sunlight soft
time-worn
The tide ebbs reveals treasures
sheathed in mud loosens old bones
coiled ancients.
I stoop step lightly through
tumbled seaglass
dulled and weathered unfurl
tilt my head remember
a lost earth shifted lifted
drifting north
and hold on.