The Trilobite by Indira Sinton
It stares
from primordial goop and sludge,
its Palaeozoic place.
500 million years have passed;
the image remains,
small,
distinct,
pressed to the earth’s soft bone.
It’s a message perhaps -
natures photograph.
The Trilobite stands still.
Touch,
trace
its three lobed body
and the ridges of its shell.
Press your hand
to the protrusion of its brain.
What did the creature understand?
Hunger,
pleasure,
darkness,
light.
Could it sense the cosmic secrets
of churning Cambrian seas?
Perhaps, in some instinctive way.
As you ask such questions,
reverence the stone.
It is a tomb
and tells of a spirit -
ancient and precious,
fleeting,
and permanent.
Author’s note: The
Copyright ©1999 Indira Sinton
Originally published in Georgian Bay Today.