Concealed in dune weed,
a sea creature by night,
as farmers sow seed,
deposited white
eggs too near ashore,
their blanket of sand
washed back with a roar
of wave inland,
their frantic surf run
days off, crushed beneath
a premature sun
like a hunger with teeth;
nature’s cruel imprecision
in a quiet, duned spot
makes the cosmic decision
to include them or not
beside primal ocean
where a sea creature, black
eyes void of emotion,
swam instinctively back.
