The Price of a Fossil

There is a river raging across my forehead carving through fossils left behind from an earlier time long ago inside my mind. The deeper it carves fossils are exposed for everyone to see even though fossils are still alive inside of me. The more the river bends the older fossils get the more the past is seen from the edge of a cliff. With fossils revealed way down the canyon there is no wonder I’m out here standing at the edge as a total recluse. As I get closer to the edge my forehead starts tickling and I want to toe the edge but the river is just trickling. If a river ran through my forehead as a little trickle there would be no gold for saving or nickel for a nickel. There is no greater wonder than a canyon so colossal as the river carves its bed for the price of a fossil.