Living blissfully in a time of now
With non existent future and past
Languid strokes powerful, but slow
Turquoise water, ocean so vast
Seeking the sands from long ago
No respite, always on the move
Surfing waves, gliding with the flow
Steadily staying in the groove
Instinct driving her back to the sand
Where thousands of miles away
She had left her eggshell behind and
Reached for the ocean by the bay
Searching unconsciously for her roots
Leaving the comfortable life behind
To where mind and matter transduce
Purpose and dream are closely entwined
Magnetic waves commingle with tides
Internal maps, with accuracy unmatched
Leading relentless, acting as guides
To the beach where they were hatched
Seeking dry sand and a suitable place
The Honu begins a beguiling dance
Flippers beating at increasing pace
Digging the nest as if in a trance
Laying the eggs is priority one
With tears running down the beak
the Honu slows, is finally done
returns to the water spent and weak
Note: How the Honus find the beach where they were born
is still a mystery, but some researchers think that they
rely on Earth’s magnetic field.