on fortitude
slow and not the sharpest bulb plantedmake-up pad circumference
with sprawling back legs
our tortoise
leading life in the somnolent lane
enjoying his digs
in sand and under a piece of tissue
adores strawberries
watching him decide
to go after something
is a quiet lesson
in fortitude
legs tucked under, moving fast
given his worldly shape
hydraulic power when so choosing
obsidian calm eyes
no mountain too daunting
no obstacle course feared
and never stops
and never gives in
we're too wracked with minds
with choices fears and all whatifs
to know quiet contentment
and singleminded fortitude
Poetry by Katarina Wikholm
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Written on 2016-07-29 at 12:58
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