Westerly winds follow inland currents,
Crashing bedtime waves push up the shoreline,
Moon beams offer filtered illumination,
Summer's mood sits with us in silence
breathing in the humid air with necessary trepidations;
Sea mist blows off the surf - a fine mist of fog
through which a glistening shell emerges and
dark, leathery fins reach out to grasp the sand;
Slowly, she heaves and hauls her massive weight
towards her journey's end... only to be defeated by
the incline of the protective dune in front of her;
With forceful uncertainty, she pivots her hulky
body back towards the brackish water from
whence she came... and, as I stand there motionless
and speechless, realize she will one day try again.
18Jun13
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