A long straight tree
half submerged; 23 turtles
sunning themselves upon it.
Ignore the tire just visible beyond them
in the brown and green growth
in the shallows.
At the moment it’s enough
that they are here and you are here
to witness them behaving
as they always have for so many
millions of years. You, youngster
seeing this: ignore how many wounds
of human doing are visible around them.
Ignore the almost certain toxicity
of the water itself. Celebrate, instead,
how 23 turtles have survived you
and your kind. Celebrate their willingness
to let you off the hook,
to let you see them