The earth, it was said, Rested upon the back Of a giant turtle.
That turtle, in turn, Rested upon another, And another, And another - Turtles all the way down.
Others said it rested Upon a succession of elephants. For others, it was The shoulders of Atlas That held it firm.
But, of course, Now we know better. It is held by myriad attractions And by movement.
And my own particular world Is held by its own attractions, And repulsions, And mutual beliefs and stories.
We tell ourselves That there is such a thing As corporation, or school, or alliance Or country. We build walls around that idea - Actual walls of brick and mortar Or even steel.
We think those walls will hold it firm. For they rest upon the earth. Which rests, of course, Upon a giant turtle.
Or is it the shoulders of Atlas That will keep us from falling forever? Surely there is some strong man To whom we turn to make it all secure.
... I’m grateful that my kids Watched Ninja Turtles Rather than a Mighty Mouse, Who comes to save the day.
Turtles, seeking wisdom from a rat Working as a team, finding allies, Without a single hero - It’s the start of a better story.
Not so much turtles All the way down As turtles all around. Not perfect, But a step into a better myth.