For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Ancient and young, oldest
bone of the planet that was just
last week laid bare by the blunt
sculpting of the ice: it seemed a land designed
to summon mammals – haunched and shouldered,
Did we even notice
that the red pine sprang directly from the rock
and swayed in wind like gospel choirs?
~ Don McKay, Precambrian Shield
Bones, bones are everywhere
Wind tosses them across dunes
and bare rock,
into dry washes and arroyos,
the way seeds are scattered
on the sides of hills
to become cactus.
Bone Woman sifts through the sand
and the sand beneath the sand
One by one by one,
each lonely bone.
~ Megan McDonald,