Note: In my last post, a sample of the photographs that I took during week 46 of my 366-day photography project, I focused on the world of the garden. Today, I continue to focus on the smaller, more intimate world of the garden. So I will share a somewhat fanciful, not very scientific poem about the land snail that I photographed moving around in a garden this morning.
|My shell is my beautiful, opaque world,
a safe haven amidst the weeds and thorns,
where, hidden, I can observe, undisturbed
the wind shaking the branches and the leaves.
|Into my swirly shell, daylight floods in.
A creature of the night, I try to sleep.
Maybe I should burrow deep in the ground,
deep into the deliciously soft earth.
|Or I could set out on adventure,
finding my way through the darkest jungle,
sailing through storms ‘neath the skull and crossbones.
One adventure builds upon another.
|But I am here, in this time, in this place,
I look for my own tiny adventure,
Bird songs from the coolness of the river,
the pattering sound of rain on a roof.
|I stretch my head out to catch a raindrop
I open my eyes to catch a rainbow.
I feel the warm, nourishing soil, the earth,
as it covers the dead plants of last year.
|I see the world, but does the world see me?
A tiny garden snail in a small place.
A small peaceful place of insects and plants.
Full of vivid perennial colors.