Turtle Island
See-through turquoise waters call
It must be a holiday we forgot
Sidled up on laps against the shore
Like two old friends just holding hands
After hurricanes turn from rage to calm
Tortoise tracks like hieroglyphics scratched
Etched signs of tiny creatures over time
Over surfaces, spread patterns born to die in shells
Delicate traces of a place long gone fossilized
Soft winds protect smooth surfaced sands
Glowing white from a constant friendly sun
As palms bow down with other trees to pray
To a speck of dirt on its way to being lost
Oceans wave good-bye to godless islands
An innocent dot, a perfect nothing
Emerged so long ago on seas as vast
So vast as to forget its place on any map
Remote and distant, hiding from existence
No need to worry about mortality today
This is a designated test site for nuclear explosions
A location for slow moving creatures lost at sea
For strange objects falling from the sky
A place to die called Turtle Island
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