Footprints

We walked through sand stained black Some ship spilled darkness that transformed sepia brown to exotic inkiness I tried to pretend I was in Hawaii, or some other volcanic isle and when that failed I pondered the meaning of light for just a moment it being far too weighty a topic for an afternoon stroll so I turned to my companion and asked “If some catastrophe happened, and the shoeprints upon the sand were petrified, would those who uncovered them a million years hence know they were all made by the same species?”