ease your toes into the puddled sand

and squeeze the softness

between those baby bones!

you’re squeezing rock

you’re pressing eons

vast periods of time

trilobites and iguanodon!

and maybe somewhere

there are pieces

knocked out of the moon. . . .

a comets trail

a shooting star

a meteorite

all the way from Mars. . . .

a mermaids tail

bone from a whale

a thousand messages

lost from broken bottles

and a drowned mans fingernail. . . .

the Torrey Canyons sludge

rust from a Spitfires fusilage

ground up sailors skulls

a thousand anchors

crushed to iron filings. . . .

a million hulls

a trillion sails

and log books full of voyage details. . . .

and as your toes you flex -

Tyranosaurus Rex!