They walked to the pond
and the sun was warm,
it encouraged them to sit on a bench
and they sat awhile and talked.
A turtle sat on a log that lay
like a waiting crocodile in the pond,
while herons tred in outward arcs
in search of primordial nourishment.
“True enlightenment,” he said, “is a turtle sitting on a log.”
“Yes,” she said, “but reality is birds pecking your face.”