It had climbed from the lavender <br />Under the open window <br />And now creeps along the sill, <br />I think of Hughes' thought-fox <br />And Lowell's skunk, <br />Then slow down... <br /> <br />Slow down, for something <br />Going at its pace the world <br />Is so fast... my snail's feelers probe <br />Tentatively ahead, I heave <br />Myself over the minutest obstacles <br />Leaving a silvery trace... <br /> <br />My godlike hand plucks the snail <br />And tosses it out - 'Don't even think <br />About living in MY house <br />Without paying any rent, huh! ' <br />In that also, it may be said <br />That I am godlike.<br /><br />Paul Archer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snail-s-pace-2/
