Raw Snails

I was observing my garden, when,
on a leaf I saw a snail…looked like
it had been in a fight! It’s shell was
chipped, there was a gash in it’s side…
it was a mess of a snail.

It didn’t want to converse…it kept
snailing along…as if nothing
had happened.

I didn’t think of you
before you died…
it was over by then…
the wound
will heal…is healing
slow, like a snail…like
the stars in the vast
distances moving
ever so slowly.