I saw a captioned photo
of a beach somewhere in Italy
that’s off-limits to men,
where women can swim & sunbathe
free from cat-calls & ogling.
That night I dreamt about
an endangered sea turtle
fresh from burying her eggs
who rose up from the sand
in the shape of a woman
& I thought, So that’s what they do
when we’re not around.

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  1. So that’s what they do
    when we’re not around.

    Yes, it is.



  2. so sacred the way you write about this…thanks for the lovely images.


  3. I love the connection between dream and reality, sea turtle and woman ~ and your take on all of it. Lovely.


  4. Hi, all – thanks for the comments. I really appreciate it.


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