The Geology Lesson

Lifted from the tide pool,

Malachite

Lies wet and cool

In my hand

While primordial memory

Flickers in my blood

Quivers across my skin

As I touch Malachite’s cousin,

Serpentine,

Warm and slick in the sun.

Wet tadpole ripples

Ride the heart rhythm

Pulsing in waves.

Lizard sand trails

Scrape scales against flesh.

Sediment silts into the riverbeds

Of my veins.

Cooling magma steams

In my bones.

The geometry of the elements

Spreads through my being

Like building blocks

Stacking one on one

Until I am become one solid again,

Neither rock nor human,

But something in between

I am alone on the beach

with ancient memory.

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