Turtle Crossing
Nov 15 2023
The turtle lumbers on its way
who knows where,
a vagabond
with its home on its back,
and the patience
of a long-lived creature.
It looks ancient
in its reptilian scales,
its weighty carapace
armour-plated
like a paleolithic tank.
Eats grass, and other greenery;
a vegan, chewing methodically,
who doesn't brag about virtue
or the planet's health;
just goes about living
its simple life
with humility and grace.
Yes, grace,
if its plodding deliberate ways
could be thought of as graceful;
no effort wasted,
and every move
true to its nature.
Instead of bloody
in tooth and claw,
behaves like Gandhi, and MLK;
a passive resistor
who hunkers down and waits.
Head retracts,
arms and legs
vanish into its shell.
A paragon of peace
with all the time in the world
keeping to itself.
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