A Tortoise’s Touch
Would you touch my leathery face
if I extended my wrinkled neck
ever so slowly beyond my hard shell
crawling awkwardly on splayed feet
seeking safety and solitude?
I would retract instantly if you
poked me, I will never win a race
carrying my own blind where I
hide until it’s clear,
summer or winter.
I’m not looking for you but
I appreciate tender greens,
delicacies gingerly hand-held,
a soothing rain— your hands
on my dry face.
Emily Strauss has an M.A. in English, but is self-taught in poetry. More than 80 of her poems appear in public online and in anthologies. The natural world is her framework; she focuses on the tension between nature and humanity, using concrete images to illuminate the loss of meaning between them.