Great Island Trail
On Great Island Trail a dolphin
rested in the shallows
her body blackened by death
flukes bobbing in the froth
head lying on the shore.
Foam rinsed her vacant eye sockets
washing her memories out to sea
through waves and sandy ripples.
Sand and sea claimed her
held her joys and sorrows
Plankton drifted, awash in her dreams.
The sea, her Mother, will not forget her.
On the shore, fossils, memories of prehistory,
now belong to stones.
And when we finally lay down
we also will belong to something larger.
The soil of our planet lives in a universe
of expanding time.
So, we, like the dolphin, become limitless
and the stars and heavens
and Earth, our Mother, will not forget us.
©photo and poem by caf