Strolling On The Seafloor

The seafloor at the
Top of a mountain
Millions of years old
And hundreds, thousands,
Of miles from
The nearest seashore.

I walk atop the
Lifeless fossilized
Shells and coral.
I hold the remains
Of sea creatures
No longer existing

I imagine how,
All those ages ago;
The weight of the water,
The pressure, the light
Becoming the cold
Darkness where I stand.

I stroll in the
Sun a mile high
Above sea level,
Far from any sea,
Exploring an ancient
Seafloor top a mountain.