I have lived in this snail shell
protected from the world but
vulnerable, enclosed, sheltered,
curled up and moving at this
tentative pace from nowhere
to nowhere in a tiny patch.

I am now a butterfly moving,
fluttering and soaring, seeing
the ground, the trees, and the sky,
vulnerable, short lived, but moving
where I will, watching the snail
below and wondering of its life.

 

20/10/2026