night moonless stars

shining waves whisper

singing softly to

silent Sand

head flippers dome

memory guides you

heavy with eggs toward

your own Sand

you know this place

and dig burying

nearly yourself in

the white Sand

you cry do i

see you dreaming of

the babe abandoned

in cold Sand

or are you just

tearing removing

with sea from your rep

tiles eye Sand

struggle slowly

seaward say you prayer

to god of sea or

ancient Sand

or do you only

smell the air?