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Column 113

Swimming With A Hundred Year Old Snapping Turtle

Intro by Ted Kooser
05.30.2007

Though the dog chose domes­ti­ca­tion, cheer­ful­ly enjoy­ing human food and pro­tec­tion, most of the world’s species look upon us with jus­ti­fi­able wari­ness, for we’re among the most dan­ger­ous crit­ters on the plan­et. Here Min­neso­ta poet Freya Man­fred, while out for a leisure­ly swim, comes face to face with a species that will not be trained to sit or roll over. 

Swimming With A Hundred Year Old Snapping Turtle

I spy his head above the waves,
big as a man’s fist, black eyes peering at me,
until he dives into darker, deeper water.
Yesterday I saw him a foot from my outstretched hand,
already tilting his great domed shell away.
Ribbons of green moss rippled behind him,
growing along the ridge of his back
and down his long reptilian tail.
He swims in everything he knows,
and what he knows is never forgotten.
Wisely, he fears me as if I were the Plague,
which I am, sick unto death, swimming
to heal myself in his primeval sea.

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Reprinted by permission of Freya Manfred, whose most recent book is My Only Home, 2003, from Red Dragonfly Press. Poem copyright © 2006 by Freya Manfred. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.