Calling All Turtles

I’ve withdrawn into a spiral shell

Where it is quite clear no one can follow,

Though I wish someone could.

The quiet deafens me.

Calling All Turtles, where ever you wait,

One eye blinking against the mud.

How much more?

How many slammed doors before

I get to the stomping grounds where every turtle dances

And lays her throat open and sings

Hallelujah for the sound of stones falling?

Hallelujah for the sound of stones

Falling against one another in a race to the bottom of the hill.

I didn’t call the rain.

It came anyway..

Spiral.

I lay my throat open and sing.

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