May 2021
/Living next to wetlands as I do, I have become one acquainted with (to pinch a phrase from Frost) the turtle. These lengthening days when the sun’s vernal brightness invites both the warm- and the cold-blooded among us to venture out and dally in its dazzle, my hard-shelled neighbors - normally so solitary and self-contained - throng to our local fallen logs and flat-topped boulders like college kids to Miami Beach. Is it just the sun which draws them? Female turtles begin laying their eggs in late May here, Might it be something else?
TURTLE LOVE
by Catherine McCraw
“Turtles cannot sing
and yet they love,”
wrote the poet, Sir Edward Dyer,
deep in the sixteenth century.
Was he right?
What about turtle-like people
who live in thick shells
and tuck their heads
when threatened?
What can a turtle love…
perhaps the night wind
rippling across
an exposed face,
the warm earth
under turtle feet,
or the cool sea waters
turtles submerge beneath
until they must
resurface to breathe?
Can a turtle
love another turtle…
perhaps with circumspection
gleaned from the insight
of why the other turtle
is tremulous,
and wary of venturing
very fast or very far?
Turtles tend to mumble,
while birds chirp and coo and trill,
thus gaining the acclaim
of thousands
of prolific poets who praise
their soaring and their songs.
Turtles also cannot fly.
They only swim or trudge.
But, maybe turtles love
in a cloistered kind of way
not apparent to
the swifter flowing world.
Catherine McCraw is a Pushcart Prize nominated poet and semi-retired speech pathologist. Along with her fellow Custer County Truck Stop Poets, she is the recipient of the 2014 Oklahoma Book Award for the poetry collection Red Dirt Roads: Sketches of Western Oklahoma. She lives in Weatherford, Oklahoma.