The Restless Poet

I encountered a chelonian
on his morning jaunt.
He slowed his step,
glanced my way,
and gave a knowing nod.

His ancient gaze, worlds of old,
timeless wisdom spoke.
And in that moment, time stood still…
Epitome of calm.

That temporal pause…
became my inner space,
a restitute of peace,
a longing – I contemplate.

As morning light awakened
the fragrant flowers bloom,
We broke our gaze,
our paths diverged…
The connection sustained.