by ELizabeth Trew
A shark’s tooth and the backbone of a whale
lie on shifting desert sand –
remnants of a sea,
and on the walls of a cave rock paintings –
swimmers in the sea.
Sea sand is left on the maritime mountain
where we look for foot-holds and hand-holds
in rock to reach the top.
Around us rocks have shifted and tilt,
one resting on another.
Between the cracks yellow-woods
and saffron trees lean towards light.
We descend like acrobats
into the hands of each other,
our bodies lifting through a cave
like the swimmers possessed in the sea.