For thousands of miles
soon-to-be mother sea turtles
I marvel at how long you’ve lived
through chances of survival
being less than one percent.
Magnetic mineral particles
within must be what orients
towards Earth’s magnetic field.
You find your way home again
to places of your birth
for the laying of your clutch
in sands of beach protection, nests
for covering the young, those
who will soon set off for night—
hatchlings towards unknown light—
presumed haven that might just be
their distant, guiding moon.
Lynne Goldsmith is an award-winning poet who has been published in All-Creatures.Org,