By Diana Webb
Leatherhead, Surrey, UK
She is walking back from the supermarket, bag weighed down by difficult choices, when in the day’s last rays she sees it.
empty snail shell
caked with soil
the relic
Some go to great pains, she recalls, to stop these small land gastropods from underfoot death, by moving them away from pedestrian paths. This one exited naturally, protective architecture unshattered.
tick in the box
between her fingertips
a miracle
The creature left its home for her to contemplate under the roof of her own small home on the patch they shared in their mutual home planet earth.
silver trace
one gleam of ink at the tip
of the spiral
Diana how lovely to zoom in on a snail… this resonated with me as a few days ago I wrote a haiku about a snail trail. Slowing down to their pace is good for us.