A thousand lifetimes led
by the time I was eighteen.
Old age had set in, deep, in my eyes
blue green like the ancient seas.
We had known the damages done, by acidity, by volcanic ash.
With time, eons for the sea, years for me, we evolved so that
Life could exist for us. Tiny microorganisms borne in hot flumes
in the deepest crevice on earth, morphing
into the largest mammal that ever lived –
the blue whale-
thousands upon thousands of pounds, hundreds of feet long
feeding, moving, breeding, swaying, living in the great pressure
of salted hydrogen and oxygen.
I and the sea serve as monuments of possibility.