A snail’s poem…
some equate being a snail
with being slow
going so far as to
call letters
delivered by hand
Snail Mail
because it takes awhile
for them to get
where they are going
and though
it’s true that
I’m not exactly
speedy
slow is relative
I don’t have to travel far
since
everything I want
is right where I am
I take in my
surroundings
climbing
here and there
sunning myself
munching on
this and that
and enjoying
each day
as it comes
I live
in the moment
seeing the wonder
in everything
if my world
seems tiny to you
I can assure you
it’s perfect
for me
I don’t have a boss
I don’t work all week
waiting
for two days off
I don’t have any bills
pay any taxes
have to fight in any
wars
Mother Nature
provides everything
I could ever want
and best of all
I’m truly
free
Photo: Pixabay
Written
on May 30, 2023