It lay upturned on flagstones grey
Picked up as vacant gastropode shell.
Gathered some corporate gen on a desk
Travelled distances in a yellow basket.
Was dunked in soap and rinsed thoroughly
Left to soak in a bowl watery.
Thus treatment must have shaken its calm.
Scrubbed out of its reverie
Lo and behold
Emerged a being
It was inhabited…
The denizen peeped out tentatively,
Slowmo the Snail looked about shortsightedly.
Must have winced a bit at the squeals of joy
And glad to not have been garlic butter fried.
Life is like that for him constantly.
I did think of Jesus,
Seeing the resurrection.
But feared repurcussions
So let it go to Slowmo.
Placed in a potted plant.
It has lived since,
Huddled in one spot,
Chewing on a leaf occasionally.
It found its…er feet.
Slithered around freely.
Descended the potted fern.
Ascended the rose.
Three feet or more!
Last seen was on a trek across the balcony,
Slowmo was exploring the territory.
What adventures he’s sure to have!
Will be shared dilligently.