TURTLE WISDOM
April Poetry Month
Poem #9
In my tortoise race to maturity
I have not so much gained
In wisdom
As shed the demands of youth
I am more and more solitary.
The driven wants
And clamoring needs of noisier times
Are distant echoes
Not sirens' lures.
Outdistanced in the race
By my fellow rats
I plod a path of obstacles
With a familiar content
Undisturbed by the eroticism
Of getting and having.
I am serene in my hardened shell
©Ann Davis-Adele Haverty 1989
