‘Hatching’ by David Kitchel
The white sand trembles.
Just as the sun sets,
They emerge to drag themselves
Slowly over one another,
Dark shells shining,
Down the beach
To the water.
The waves tumble them.
Past the murky breakers
Into the sloping darkness
They sway – tenaciously pumping
Beneath the windblown surface,
Following the distant,
Unreachable light.
From issue #5: autumn/winter 2017
About the Author
David Kitchel’s poems have appeared in New Millennium Writings, The Chattahoochee Review, Calamaro and The Galway Review. He freely admits to once reciting Leigh Hunt in an Irish pub to gain the attention of an attractive redhead. David lives in Nashville, Tennessee with his wife (that redhead) and their two sons.
