Poetry About Dinosaurs

A three-toed print crosses the museum floor. It began in mud before the first human word. Bones rise carefully from numbered drawers. Children give the silence teeth and thunder. Deep time waits beneath the city pavement. The vanished earth still leaves its doors ajar.

Look again from the quieter edge. It began in mud before the first human word. A smaller detail changes the whole scene. Children give the silence teeth and thunder. Attention loosens the first easy answer. The vanished earth still leaves its doors ajar.

A three-toed print crosses the museum floor. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. Bones rise carefully from numbered drawers. It returns us to fossils, deep time, vanished species, imagination, evolution, and the ancient earth beneath modern life. Deep time waits beneath the city pavement. The day continues with a more attentive heart.