I pressed my face against the glass
to watch the turtles swimming past.
A small one ceased his kicking spree.
His green eyes turned and stared at me.
Others noticed our connection,
and swam closer for inspection.
Their mouths upturned with subtle grins,
they floated there in unison.
I wondered who’d be first to blink
when the little one turned and winked.
I stood slack-jawed in surprise,
they started swimming synchronized!
They spun in place with grace and ease,
weaving nimbly with expertise.
I clapped my hands and jumped and laughed!
These turtles were all choreographed!
They raised their arms and bobbed their heads!
They splashed the top then sunk like lead!
A big one sucked in all his limbs
and twirled like a top that spins
They linked their arms to intertwine
and danced a turtle conga line!
They flailed their scales! They clapped their claws!
Wiggled their tails and snapped their jaws!
Then back-and-forth they swayed like bells.
They kicked the sand and clunked their shells!
They twirled round in dos-e-do’s.
Stood frozen still and struck a pose!
They jutted out their painted chins
and bowed as if acquaintances.
A second passed, then they dispersed.
Their parting even seemed rehearsed.
A crazy dream? I’ll never know,
but I give thanks I saw the show.
Don’t lose hope! There’s always a chance!
One day you’ll see the turtles dance…