A spear point under an oak,

shark teeth in the roiling beach sand;

shooting  stars spied from my porch cot;

fossil trilobites in my hand;

lightening bolts found underfoot

and potshards after a rain.

The unknown beckons                                                                    Paleoenvironmental indicator-Wikipedia

while my muse reckons

the irregular fringe of time.

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 83 now.
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3 Responses to TIME WAS. . .

  1. Bob Shepherd says:

    Wow! Powerful and beautiful, Nan!!! Love this!!!!


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