It sits thickly on the damp tile
Uniformly dark and brown and wet
Its queer eyes frozen
In deliberate oozing contemplation
Of the next slurred step
On its patient journey to join
co n t e m p l a t i n g
Snails on the wall
Then I step forward
And its shell falls apart
To reveal a curled crumpled hollow
Battered by the rain
And shriveled up into itself
A wrinkled illusion of a snail's
Plateaus and protrusions
A slimy… disappointment?
--- Oh helpless unknowing wannabe! ---
And – well, oops!
As I wonder if I should feel
At having thought of a fallen leaf
As a snail.