Stargazer
A poem about a turtle who climbs slowly — but looks farther than most.
She moves slow —
but her thoughts,
they fly.
Across mossy logs,
over pondshine and pebble,
to the hill she knows best —
the one that listens.
Every night,
when frogs fall silent
and the crickets hum low,
she climbs.
Not fast.
Not gracefully.
But with the certainty
of someone who has time.
And at the top,
she turns her head skyward,
tilts her shell just so,
and breathes.
Because the stars don’t rush.
The moon never forgets her.
And the darkness —
is never cruel,
only quiet.
She doesn’t wish
to be a bird,
or a fox,
or a flame.
Just a turtle,
watching the universe unfold
one shimmer at a time.
And if anyone asks
what she’s looking for,
she’ll say:
“Nothing. I just like
when the stars stay.”
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This is so lovely and precious. I love all of these lines, specifically the "tilts her shell just so" and "with the certainty of someone who has time" ---chillssss