12 - mangrove (for the newly found hawksbills of the East Pacific, previously thought extinct)

(Quick note: this poem had three inspirations: a news report, a picture, and the song "Everything" by Helen Jane Long. Feel free to listen to the song as you read, since I was listening to it on repeat while I wrote this.)























because you looked for me in Eden
I went to the mangrove
where I took a lover
and fed on the moon itself

thirty years later
I still
have a belly full of salt

Let me whisper
the new religion to you
in the language of photosynthesis

so deep into your ear, my love,
that you still

feel the warmth of my voice
flooding your insides

as the roots
close around you.



(Inspired by the weekend's news that the hawksbill turtle has, while appearing to be extinct from the East Pacific shores, actually adapted to live in the salty estuaries of the East Pacific coast. Reports can be read at the Huffington Post (with pictures!) and on the BBC.

The move is particularly surprising because these turtles have previously inhabited rocky, coral-laden waters. Their newfound habitat is quite the opposite of what biologists and conservationists have known for their species. For the past three decades, these turtles have been feeding, mating, laying eggs, and thriving by the roots of the mangroves. According to this weekend's reports, biologists will now seek to learn the exact adaptations these hawksbills have undergone, and conservationists renew their call to protect the mangroves from human destruction.

Image from this photoreport of an East Pacific trip. Note: That looks more like a green turtle than a hawksbill, but the image was nonetheless appropriate.)