Secrets
by Anthony S. Abbott
The green turtle swims shoreward
lays her eggs in the grainy sand
then scuttles for the sea’s safety
before the shore birds can pluck
her heart out.
I watch this rhythm
from the second story of my beach house.
I have learned not to interfere.
I speak little. To say too much
is to lose everything.
from New and Selected Poems 1989 - 2009 (Lorimer Press)
The green turtle swims shoreward
lays her eggs in the grainy sand
then scuttles for the sea’s safety
before the shore birds can pluck
her heart out.
I watch this rhythm
from the second story of my beach house.
I have learned not to interfere.
I speak little. To say too much
is to lose everything.
from New and Selected Poems 1989 - 2009 (Lorimer Press)