Writing Practice: Sea Turtles
This originated in one of my Writing Practice Workshops. The prompt was “Sea Turtles.”
I am a poet riding on a sea turtle in a vast ocean. My poems become sea weed and schools of little rainbow fish. I swim past Dolphins and Whales. We watch the light change from day to night. I swim from Japan where I was born across the wide ocean to forage in a place the humans call Baja. Do I believe in humans? I am not sure. I have heard the stories but I find them hard to believe. Places that exist above the waters with big cities and forests. Of course I have seen the Kelp forests but they make sense. Forests that grow above the water on dry land? I don’t know but I have seen the strange shapes that float on top of the water above us and their nets to catch fish and the fish disappear forever and sometimes us turtles get caught in them. They must be demons. Then, when the time comes I swim back to Japan where I was born to make sure other turtles are born. It takes about 12 moons to swim the ocean. I can count the cycle of the moons above the waters as I cross the ocean. I wonder if the humans can see the moon.
