THE TURTLE

BORN FROM THE SAND,
ALONE AMONG BROTHERS.
MINUTE EYES SEARCH DARKNESS,
TO FIND MATERNAL MOON.
AS SOULS FOLLOW THE LIGHT,
PRIMARY INSTINCT TAKES HOLD.
AS ALL OTHERS SIT WITH THE SANDMAN,
THE BABES CRAWL
TO DEEP SEA’S YAWNING MOUTH.
BY HUNDREDS HE SWALLOWS,
ONLY LEAVING SOFT SCRATCHES
IN THE SAND,
MARKING THEIR TERRITORY
FOR FUTURE MOONS TO LIGHT.