Rivers of Time

Dinosuars waiting for stone to erode,
their skeletons covered, uncovered again,
iron that's forgotten the blood where it flowed
and phosphorous leached from a primitive brain--

delicate sabers of soft-stepping cats
enshrouded in shimmering oceans of sand,
strata of relative sediment that's
concealing the bones of the earliest man--

visible traces of numerous beasts,
the sum of Earth's creatures forever enshrined--
signs of their passing won't slow in the least
the rivers and runnels of ongoing time.



"We loved the earth, but could not stay" ~ Loren Eiseley~

This poem was inspired by an aritcle by Loren Eiseley.

When Life Invented Love

Love is but a state of mind we choose,
or not, depending on a want or need--
a bet we make, a pot we win or lose.
It's not a magic process. Nor indeed
is happiness a right we’ve earned because
we've paid some youthful dues, accruing debt
to be collected under nature's laws,
a charged potential, not extracted yet.

By all that’s right in life, by all above,
be earnest in your choices, humble too.
The best intent can bring the best of love
or bring you back to earth to choose anew.

All such was understood before the time
when life invented love-- and lovers rhyme.