Near the dinosaur caves, Inverloch 2018.

Peering down Inverloch’s cliff face, gives witness

to Ocean’s rage — spurned mistress,

She once blanketed Earth, what gossips

single cells could tell in that ancient bedding down;

the steam, the explosions, the settling of mountains

until the two sated lovers rested; Ocean

unaware, as she felt the moon tug her to sleep,

Earth cooled, slipped away in the night,

forever since greets the sun —

now foe against the land, Ocean

tosses white tears high into the sky,

butterflies of salt and foam that glitter in the light

then fall back into the whole.

What strikes most looking at this site

is that once this was a river; millions of years ago

dinosaur wandered the banks, chewed through ferns

(where seaweed now trails in green tales untold)

while shaking the soil with feet larger

than a large man’s large head. This tidal-time of day

denies a visit to caves hoping to see imprints

of colossal feet, the caves are submerged,

having listened again to ocean’s liquid tirade.

Earth resists yet below there are thousands of rocks

rounded by Ocean’s relentless words, testament

to the places where He has lost momentary arguments.

The dinosaur bones remain despite Earth

having moved on… then forgetfully He turned around

and found Ocean’s rage as a greeting —

She never ceases, never lacks the thirst

to lick with corrosive tongue a million times or more

bones left behind… Ocean does not forget.