It rained the night before
and I sat at my writing place
early that fresh spring morning
pondering a pithy piece and was
much engrossed...
when all of a sudden on the ornate
window ledge
a big fat snail appeared and of all
things there at near eye level...
It surprised me and who knows
how he got that high!
Why did he do the climb?
Forgetting what I was about, for
I was mesmerized and he had
only to crawl five feet
and we'd be eyeballing each other
and here he came
crawling along the ledge, toward
and oblivious of me
Being somewhat of a poet I began
to think of meanings and things
and questions came to mind--
---What is a snail's purpose in
being on earth?
---Does he know...does he wonder?
---Is he in a hurry to get it done?
---Do snails love and help fellow
snails?
---Do they ever get in a hurry...
or get high blood pressure?
Then...
---Do snails, er, sort of marry and
have baby snails?
---Did the Creator have committees
of angels to help design the
critters of the world?
---What's it like to spend half the
time, buried in cold lawns in
winter?
---And coming out in summer,
mostly only when it rains?
---Snails seem to get sticky---do
they bathe enough?
---Of snails and men--is there any
similarity?
When BE refilled my coffee cup
I never noticed...and being lost in
a sort of reverie---I thought
to myself: "Maybe tiny creatures
deserve to be noticed...and
written about..."
Then I looked...and saw...and
realized...that in that whole time---
my snail had come...
only a foot.
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By Mil
Art by Karen M.
16 APRIL 19
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