About Snails

Once upon a dime there was a snail. Not just any snail, shell a spiral of ruby and rust, this minute character stood his ground fast and firm as an invertebrate might though so many an unwary boot strode past like the rolling thunder of impartial poetry leaving so many moved and prone to scramble clear for fear of losing something held vainly precious and dear. Not this snail, not this day, no way this mollusk would if even could scurry away. He’d earned his keep, his pay, and he was nigh to give his shiny dime away. Not this day.

This is my dime, that is my slime spread margarine thin across the face of it. I don’t expect to be noticed, though I’d prefer not to be crushed. I’m proud of the flat coinage I’ve earned, and the lessons I’ve learned so doing. This site will be a haphazard recounting of what wisdom or whim I’ve gleaned or crumbs I manage to catch with what time I have left before the heel comes around to toe and catches my gum print to tow me onwards to the next just rewards.

I am snail, perhaps you’ll pause to feel me stretch a bit to grow. Perhaps you’ll tary long enough to help.

This is a a glistening slime trail reflecting back another golden hour sun dipping to sip the horizon and finding it impossible to escape, a trail long and sometimes wider than narrow.