As if a turtle you have laid your eggs
in a bowl of sand. Unlike the turtle
you sit next to your own heap overlong
considering the wondrous thing
you’ve done,
the babies wrestling in the gritty dark.
And all the while the land cools steadily,
a small white light somewhere over
the sea,
over the sea out there and finally,
deeply and slowly you remember it.
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