The world, how

The world, how greenesses
pop up. I’d forgotten. To be

found millions of years later,
mountains of bones ground down.

The tiniest with the largest.
You rise to the top

from the Great Rift
to meet me again.

Copyright © 2015 by Martha Rhodes. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 17, 2015, by the Academy of American Poets.