Life as a tortoise

What was once just a minute
stretches into more
slowly but surely
we'll make our way home

Bushes, shrubs
bigger than I
rocks once pebbles
get in the way

The breeze
the sand, my feet shall sink
twisted together
slowly I pace
unraveling my food
so I can eat
food so dry
hardly any green
but still I eat
long, long stripes
munched into paste
with my delight

Birds chirp
quiet lands
just grasses
swaying to the wind

days go by
I still remember
it's in my head
weeks leave, months come and go
still there I can see it
years have passed
my mind still wanders
my legs obey

Oh, when will I return home?

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Life, as a tortoise. Blame convention.