Above, the armored carapace
maps the Universe, where
only God knows what dwells.
The stars and planets hold to the round
seem to circle-spin like children's tops,
cookie-like, frosted with atmosphere
colored by the mattered bits
interpreted by smaller globes,
the aqueous eyes of man.
Fire balls in gaseous shrouds
warm the airless space, reflecting down
upon the rounds where campfires flare
- fire above -fire below.
See the turtles spots?
Follow with a fingertip the shield that leads
to the planets Mercury, Venus, Jupiter,
Uranus and Neptune, see them there
upon the shell, those dots,
one two, three, four, five?
The plates of sky and earth map join
bridged and held so tight, so man
can see and walk and know
the continents upon the breastplate below
beneath the carapace of sky.
Millions of years and souls have been
lead to knowledge and light on the backs
breasts and hearts of turtles,
revered from the dawn of time.