Submerged Boundaries

Dusty sunlight warms the single limestone marker where a fingertip scrapes against a calcified spiral. This ammonite shell, etched deep within the sediment, traces a slow curve that ignores the rigid geometry of the garden’s human-made grids. Where once there were clear boundaries and deliberate paths, only these staggered ridges remain to mark the ground. The sharp lines of old territories soften into silt, leaving nothing but the quiet weight of stone settling into its long, patient shape.