Sea Turtle

Small, beautiful face stares up at me When did you become so exquisitely you (so entirely other than me)? I've spent my life consumed in myself You, the rock in the background of my sorrow (listening, understanding, comforting) The waves of my emotions and actions Rolling off you Leaving you the same (innocent, sweet, content). Lie. What a lie. Sailing through scenes of times that seem to float up from another lifetime I realize that rock was alive-- The back of a sea turtle (head tucked inside) Who felt every tear and cut Who love and love and love And grew You are you (so fundamental and yet amazing) With worries and dreams so unconnected to me No longer my shadow But always my sea turtle