Carefully placing their
hoofs on the rubble, horses crossed; dogs, coyotes, beetles,
all species but fish
walked, crawled or slithered across what looked like the
ancient river had left behind.
I picked my way over and
between mineral-stained rocks, listening
for the roar of
waters that would draw
me into a tsunami's deadly curl.
When the river returned
I stood on its shore craning to see floating downstream
bones of dinosaurs, giant
sloths, wooly mammoths, sabre-toothed tigers...
In lieu of this,
the River God poured out a riddle: In what form
of being will your