From Apr 9, 2011


Turtles manifest time...

So much so steady so slow

So long.

In spring, I carry turtles
Across the road--
Snappers mostly
Though they never do
And box turtles
And painted turtles...

I hold the history of the world
Alive and steady
Still and sure

Accepting me

In the time it takes to cross
Two lanes of asphalt.

This week I moved
The remains
Of four painted turtles
Crushed under the weight

Of hurry, and I cried.

Without time, there is no mercy.

Every day this time of year
I walk in search of turtles

Who don't otherwise stand a chance,
Though I am nothing.

What is time?

What is mercy?

One Single Impression