The majestic turtle
Finally I found him
The ancient guru of the ocean
The one and only.
I was delirious with excitement
About meeting him
I did not mean to harass or hunt him down
I was breathing too fast
Flapping my limbs too clumsily
Hair flaring over my eyes wildly.
He was unaffected, of course,
By our encounter
He did not bat an armoured eye lid.
He was blissfully unaware of his own magnificence
Time passing through water
He was mediation in motion.
Hypnotised by his alarming beauty
A watercolour palette of browns, yellows and turquoise.
His ores rhythmically swiping through the water
By unconscious choice
I was forced to mimic him
It was the pull of him knowing what was right
And for those moments
I knew what was right too.