…who still has a controlled sense of wonder before the universal mystery,
whether it hides in a snail’s eye
or within the light that impinges on that delicate organ.
“James gave the huffle of a snail in danger. And nobody heard him at all.”
~A.A.Milne “When We Were Very Young”
A gastropod brave enough
to cross a busy sidewalk
appears in no particular rush~
no hurry toward the grassy expanse
on the other side.
The lawn will still be there
whether an hour from now
Its waving little snail eyes
see and smell the future.
To assure it would not be crushed underfoot
I decide to intervene in history
and give it a lift
as Someone did for me
when I felt irrevocably broken.
So today I came,
I saw a snail in danger
and barely heard its huffle.
I didn’t need to hear it cry
to do the right thing.