4. Ode to a Bobble-headed Turtle
It came from nowhere
It feels like the smooth slipperiness
of a rounded rock
and it knows how the universe began
and how it will end.
A stranger will know not its majesty.
I alone understand its true purpose.
It is the color of the leaves of the pine tree
outside my window.
It whispers of the wonders of the universe and beyond
in a language no one but it understands.
Every night I wonder
if it will ever tell me all it knows.
Perhaps it pines
for someone to share with it
the wisdoms of the world.
It teaches me patience
and I know not where it has come from.
But that is the true wonder
of the bobbleheaded turtle
on my bookshelf.