The Jurassic Rockfish
There where coastal waters rage
I spied a rock of ancient age;
a Jurassic specter, ever old
among the waters amid sun’s glow.
I snapped a photo and to its side, I rushed,
to examine this thing that had been thrust
onto the rocks nearby the beach,
a giant rockfish, it was facing east.
As I touched it my mind traveled,
back through ages never unraveled;
a voice so garbled from the past
like a fuzzy radio broadcast.
Human you seek to know many truths,
my people once called me, Eenew.
Ancestor of the Rockfish hordes,
we were once powerful, ocean lords.
Among these rocks, I stranded be,
and became petrified, you see;
entrapped within this stony shell,
as if someone had cast a spell.
From our deep pelagic home,
beneath the white-capped ocean’s foam,
larger than whales we ruled the seas,
swimming peacefully, so at ease.
Though our descendants are now so tiny,
they still retain their dorsals, spiny;
like living coral and anemone,
they will forever roam the seas.
Come visit me when you seek wisdom,
I’ll tell you about the ocean systems;
what lay in caves of limestone and brine,
with antediluvian knowledge, I’m a goldmine.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2022
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