Tiniest of pebbles, mere grains of sand…
colonies as big as a house.
Weight of snow, sand, and clay…filling spaces
Pushing, insistent, unspeakable pressure…
Once living, thriving, now skeletons of rare beauty
ancient beyond our grasp.
From coral to stone to fossil
unique markings to all others
Created in ice and spewed from Great Lakes
still…ice moving on shores, surfacing, materializing these gifts
Time created, time polished, time risen...
mysterious, camouflaged, exquisite, rising sun stones.
[FYI: The title of the poem: “Some people liken the coral skeleton stones to suns, which could stem from where they got their name. Native Americans named them after Chief Petosegay, which means “rising sun”.” Colleen Ferguson, May 21, 2021.]
How beautiful. I did not know this about our favourite stone.