Deep time passing through the layers of stone
That step up through the sea.
And the nymphs and nereids sweeping barnacles along the rock
through the tangles of their hair.
All rising with the wind whipped tide into the crisp, pale sand-freckled dawn
Telling tales only the wind can hear, but the water knows.
The water tells the sea creatures and passes on its knowledge
from mammals to invertebrates,
And on to a conversation at a molecular level.
The sea foam sings to the stars.
The stars drop their light on the earth,
Making a blessing of their death.
And deep time passes,
Circles back.