Beneath the cracked earth
of the desert, lay frogs.
They are dead, like seeds are dead,
until water brings them to life.

They have been found
inside rocks—mummified
inside crystal geode coffins.

Others wake up—the way
coma patients wake up.

For all I know, they could be
millions of years old—
Jurassic rock frogs.

They are out there, out in the desert,
just laying there like clods of earth,
until they are reborn,
and then they do what frogs do.
They hop away and eat things.