An intersection of the plain
by the bank of some great stream

the animal carcasses
and skeletons would be
entombed

Tomorrow in a year
tomorrow in a million years

Ages resting in
the rings of a tree.
Fossils in lay in slate
marking the old forest’s edge

I’ve stood on a mountain
dividing three regions.
Then it was just a pebble
that I held inside my hand

In between each flap
of a butterfly’s wings,
countless changes
that have gone on unnoticed

A cricket rubs it’s forewings
together and I am forced
to think of the time that it’s taken
to build

Mountains fossils

Larva lava