Turtles I often watch them As they drift about In their liquid landscape. Caressing the shifting walls Of their world. They bob their stout necks Upward, attempting to Taste the bright yellow Rays that broach the surface. On the concrete pass above We exchange our envies. I crane my neck out, Yearning to feel their Watery, leather-bound world. As they depart under the bridge, I bid them farewell. For they have their aquatic Lives to attend to. I begin my swim, Brushing past the shifting walls Of humanity. In my concrete world.
what a calming effect your writing has......i almost feel as if i was there.......you put a good picture in my minds eye......peace
Robert~ I love this one...someone said...and I agree...it is quite calming...like being a turtle yourself and kind of just floating in the water...that kind of liquid peace effect....
