Silent together Mary Anning and I are hunting fossils on the beach, she her creatures, I my fish Our eyes are fastened to the sand and rocks as we make our way along the shore at different paces, first one in front, then the other Mary stops to split open a nodule and find what may be lodged within I dig through clay, searching for something new and miraculous We say very little, for we do not need to We are silent together, each in her own world, knowing the other is just at her back