To Be a Snail


To be a snail, pushing an exposed body across rough surfaces and deepening cracks. Carrying its home on its tender back.  Small puddles become giant lakes and a patch of grass goes on for days. Seems a heavy load, a tiresome path. But perhaps, the snail isn't struggling or weighed down. Perhaps its deliberate pace is about experiencing more ease, greater pleasure. Gliding. Unhurried. Careful. Sensing the details. Savoring its path. Mindfully meandering. Perhaps.