In leafing through some of my old journals last night, I came across a poem I’d written for my other blog, http://www.turtlemuse.com. I really like this poem, but for some reason, never published it. It’s about not being seen, which fits right in with yesterday’s post http://thesharedtable.com/have-you-ever-been-the-stranger/.
Here’s what it’s like to be a stranger, from the turtle’s point of view:
I see them scurry past me
watch their hustling, huffing selves
They don’t see me
never acknowledge that I’m a fellow sojourner
more like something to step around
a landmark to pass on their
relentless journey to where
My pace is slower
so slow I lose track of my destination
You don’t see me
but I see you
I’d love to keep up with you
I’m just not made that way
But if you should stumble or fall by the wayside
I’ll happen upon you eventually
and you will be glad to see me then
