The lake is alive
With the detritus
Of the careless
Feckless
For whom the world
Is for refuse
And yet
It is alive
The ducks and geese
They fight and frolic
Posture pose and pursue
They get
What’s theirs
Or is theirs because
It’s for the taking
The fish
Silent below
Some get eaten
Others caught
Still more wind up
Carcasses in the sun
But as for me
Let me be
As the turtles
Stealthy they
Quiet in the reeds
Pretending they’re a log
Or warming shell in the sun
No obvious care
Just easy there
Watching come what may
Danced on by grackles
The world is a stage
And I
Let turtle I
Become the living rocks