Mark Fraser: Day Two Hundred and Twenty Two – Snail

Posted on August 10, 2011 by



Snail (For Jennifer)

Home is mobile

In the summer, in the rain
I carry this caravan on soft sleekit shoulders
transporting all my wares from A to Be.
Vital possessions amble along
in a tenacious syrupy shuffle
creating trails for locomotion
while I look for plants to eat.

Home is a shell

On a weary path I travel,
looking for a companion to meet my needs
to start a family and rest my feet.
Then I can hibernate for the winter
somewhere damp, wet and cold
where I can retreat into the dark
curl up in my curved carapace,
close the door,
and never grow old.

Home is what I carry on my back.

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