We are
Sea turtles
Might be slow
Yet we cross sands
Resting when we can
Oblivious to the world
Self-indulging synchrony
Within us serenity satisfies
Surrounding chaos crushes
Safety in our self-seclusion
Persistent pandemonium
Tiny triggers touch us not
Attachment enlivens us
Detachment derails
Our shell shields
Softest parts
Survives
Self
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Turtles all the way down is an expression of the problem of infinite regress but in this poem, the turtle is metaphor for self-imposed seclusion or what can be thought of insensitivity or disconnect to others. Two turtles swimming alongside might look that way but people who are turtles have a connection unseen by the naked eye,