Suburban streets now carry cars
where oceans rolled and teaming schools
of ancient fish would gleam like jewels
and ripples caught the light of stars.
Now we gaze into the sky
where planets spin and gasses burn
and dream of secrets we might learn
to save us when the earth must die.
But when all energies disperse
(or life comes to another end
more awful than we comprehend)
what thought survives a universe?
It’s not enough – there must be more –
and yet perhaps it has to be
enough that you are here with me
to walk this ancient ocean floor.
Copyright © Adelle Benade | Year Posted 2019