Fossil · Jess Skyleson

Stripped of skin,
fin becomes fingers,
palm held open,
encased in rock

I lay my own in yours,
restoring flesh
upon bone,
and wonder:

What primordial seas did you swim
through these canyons
once only
a hairline crack?

How deep will we sink,
how far,
before knowing
water can also carve stone?

Jess Skyleson is a former aerospace and mechanical engineer, beginning an MFA program in poetry this coming September. Their work explores the intersections of art, science, and nature, as well as the illusions of time. They have previously been published in Evocations, another online literary journal.