Dinosaurs

Grown one after another, in millenary procession, out of the same pool.

Soft fish bellies on legs hardening along the great, wild ways.

Eyes to the sky, stretching towards that nameless kinship in the stars,

With a neck tall as a palace, until...

This inhuman air of yore lifted all

Terrific birds above the Earth.

And then,

My love,

Then above this petri dish of stellar consequence,

This crust on molten whims had called us.

My love,

You don’t remember, but we jumped out of the same river together.

May 2011