cold, windy, sand blew in gusts
salt air rattled the ocean so much so
that it spit out in protest
retreated crouching
rumbling underneath rocks
creatures hidden in depths
looking upwards finding light
seeing shadows on red rock
the Mother carried her babe as though
afraid to let go
warm arms
pushed fear away
safety in the huddle
a moment in time
foretelling future
innocence
gazing down into darkness
knowing
destiny waited there
strength in twos
Mother and Babe
the future
