From the Shore

They scoot inches at a time

Waves beckoning

Sand incubation finished

Only about one-sixth

Will make it unscathed.

Shore birds, seagulls, foxes.

Mother birthed them

Sand covered them

Swept over them

Left them.

Time passing.

Many beautiful sunsets

Reflected in wet sands.

And what will they find

In heaving ocean waters?

Growth.

Experience.

Exploring.

Delicious saline treats.

Threats.

Reproduction. Lacking romance.

Repeating the cycle.

Under God’s masterful Eye.

And art, and precision.