Turtle

She’s deciding

To poke out her head,

Instead of hiding

In her shell

She cannot tell

how long, for certain,

She’s lived behind a curtain,

Blind, but now she moves along

Today’s the only day that’s ours.

The world will not wait for us

And fates, what they may be, ignore us

Behind our self-made prison bars

She looks both ways, sees cars,

But does not wait. She moves along and lives.