by Barrett Mohrmann
Put fossils in the nursery, they say.
Those ancient stones and bones guide
the child from a kaleidoscopic time to now,
plucking out weeds to create fecund soil where
a drop of cosmic rain might land and disperse.
I struggle to see how the ridged back of a trilobite
or the staring eye socket of a stony fish
will soothe the child.
Hawaii Pacific Review 