In the rippling sand
made of different shapes
far away from the silky
waters crashing to shore
are five white eggs
lying buried in broken
pieces of rocks.
Then the eggs start
to rumble, and the turtles
splay their way out
of their shells,
their teardrop shaped-eyes
blazing open to see
the world.
They scutter, stumbling
out of their crackling
egg shells, as they waddle
on their stomachs.
Pushing their flippers
sinking into the sandy shore
to the water, they leave
a white sand trail
trickling in the water.

Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2013.