How to Be a Turtle
Wind yourself up in the world’s smallest flower
snore like a stubbly old man, slowly, slowly
slowly. Follow a crusty shelled amphibian
home for dinner. Admire the swamp, breathe
deep from its gasses. Pencil your new habitat
on the map under your hat. Pull in your head
dive deep below the muck and old tires
careful not to swallow the algae. Show
the minnows who’s boss. Wrap a slick snake
skin around your stick neck for warmth.
Paddle your way
to the surface.
Breathe.
Breathe.
If this has taken a long time,
slow down.
You’re in the shell.
You’re in the tank.
The ride is never over.
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