Sea turtle hatchlings

From the poetry journal

I woke yesterday morning to a blanket of snow on the ground, and it was gone by the afternoon. Spring is nearing, and as much as I will miss the softer pace of winter, I am looking forward to leaving my jacket at home more often. Even with warmer weather on the horizon, I’m daydreaming about the beach. So, enjoy my little sketch about what it would be like to hatch on a beach.

Sea turtle hatchling

The sound carries through sand—
Heartbeat through womb
Ceaselessly pulsing.
delicate shells crackle
And tiny feet make their way
Toward the endless ocean,
Eyes bathed in the salty spray
skin meeting coarse sand
they run toward what they’ve never known
As if they’ve always been alive,
Always scurried toward the sea,
And the waves tremble as they pull away
Drawn in and out like a beckoning hand.

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