From the dark waters she emerges
at night heavy with eggs
Breathing hard,
she drags her seven hundred pounds
up the beach
flippers churning the sand
inching her way uphill
* * *
We who witness
her massive apparition of the deep come to land
her dogged struggle her need
stand amidst a hatchery of stars
each blip an egg of possibility
borne of nuclear fire storms
red dwarf spiral nebulae
white giant asteroid gassy planet
or by remote chances
carbon
water
life
* * *
A wide track of darkened sand leads to the zenith of her climb
where she digs her body pit
flailing sand in all directions
to disguise the site of her nesting chamber
which she now scoops out with her back flippers
precise flippersful of wet sand lifted and placed to the side
of the meter deep chamber
where the future of her species...
