Hush of the library as a child.
Reverent hush in a place of worship.
Once, but no more, in a school.
Some say the hush descends, but here,
this cathedral of the forest, it ascends.
Touching these three-lobed fossils embedded in stone
connects to a vanished ocean once here
in this library 250 million years ago.
Some predators, some scavengers or filter feeders,
roaming aisles of books, touching the past.