ADENA SONG--THE TURTLE.
 
 

   I carry the universe.

   Where I walk, it follows.

   My ribs arch high

   to form the heavens;

   my breastbone broadens

   to become the earth.

   I labor ‘neath this burden

   of myself. I plod.

   Am I not God?

   The squirrel climbs,

   the hawk soars within me.

   All swift and shining ones

   live heedless in my shell.

   In my slow steps I move

   or I withdraw.
 

Nema