I Love These Guys

I can't walk across the old Washington Street Bridge

without craning my neck to see what may 

be lingering on the driftwood caught on one 

of the bridge's piers. Friday found these turtles basking

in the noontime sun. All heads pointed in the same direction,

these soft-shelled guys shared space with

red-eared turtles. About forty-five minutes later,

I came back to find the sun party had

gotten larger ...

... and even more were trying to find 

their own place in the crowd.

I love these guys and could have watched tham

all day. There don't seem to be "antics"

as such, just a bunch of reptiles enjoying

the seasonal warmth on any handy tree snag,

laboriously climbing up to join the rest

of the river gang, dozing, then maybe falling off

to begin the process over again.

After all, falling off the log is easy,

finding one's place on it is not.