calling hatchlings home
A note on form: I thought to ease my way back into the whole poetry thing with a short verse. My initial thought was a haiku, but what hatched out was a Kelly lune; although I suppose I didn't deviate too much considering the lune is known as the American haiku.
Behind the images: This would be what one might call happenstance. First night of vacation landed us on the beach as the sun was on its downward trip (early evening) and there before us was a crowd of people lined from shoreline up to land dune. We made it just in time to see the last dozen or so make their way into the oceans waves. So tiny & cute. It seems crazy when you think about it; those tiny little creators have to travel the beach (what might be all of 2 dozen steps for me—but miles to them) just after struggling free of their eggs.