Track-Maker
You scent the steamy morning air
While crawling up onto the beach
This day which we could never reach,
Even in visions. Everywhere
Cycads, ferns, horsetails, scale trees
And Archaeopteris’s fronds
Lounge around the coastal ponds
To supplement that ancient breeze
With oxygen, allowing you
To breathe and grow and colonize
The land. Quick-darting dragonflies
As large as cats regard you while
Your hunger causes you to chase
Invertebrates. Though you now creep
Across the sand, you’ve kept the deep
Inside your blood — as did our race:
We swam in warm lagoons, and so
Our skin became devoid of down;
Yet endless locks hung from our crown
For swimming with our kids in tow.
Why do we still adore the shore?
You loiter in our memory,
While surging through us is the sea —
And will no matter what’s in store.
(28 Nov. 2010)
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