The Tortoise Revolution
Talking softly as only a rock would do
she rolls her tongue around then gurgles
leaving little ripples as far as the eye could see
mesmerized am I
by a sunlit stream;
Squatting down I watch the little turtle struggle
with solid plastron and four chubby legs
she crawls towards my feet
move , rescind
move , rescind
rocking her tortoise bulk up and down the stream,
she suddenly reminds me of an old father song
"Down by the lazy river "
intonations vibrate into the lowly sky
leading me to a quizzical thought
how did the sun know where to climb?
I sense a kinship soul of like proportion
and know beyond a doubt
that this turtle in solidarity
knows me by name.
March 26, 2019
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2019
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