protean muse

Sometimes the world is too loud.
In these phases of walking around
as somebody,
the wisdom of the tortoise envelops me.
There is plenty of room
to wiggle
and laugh to myself.
And know with complete comfort
that others are here too.

I can fall safely.
I can feel the surrounding atmoshpere.
I can mourn.
I can sleep wide-awake.
And dream inside your shell
While still moving my limbs
securely
within mine.

March 2009, on a layover at DIA.

Labels: andy acker, poetry, tortoise