in conversation with a snail

Imagehe’s been there for two days now
disappearing for hours inbetween
leaving me wondering,
if he had drowned,
or gotten washed down the sink

but there he was,
with a crawl that’d have one to believe that the world had come to a standstill.
For, he can’t quite hear those voices though
And so he goes, in his own imitable way
as if cocking-a-snoot at the hyper-paced life round him

somewhere deep down inside,
i’m sure, he must be smiling,
knowing fully well that the world is still magnanimous enough
to accept those that move at their own free will…

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