- jensnider123
Snail's Pace
Your animal being
seems to adore these
human trails after the rain.
So does mine.
Your tender body with thin shell
slides a nibbler’s pace
across the leafy expanse,
almost languorous.
When my eyes don’t find you
before my boots
my heart sinks.
Why must you love these trails?
Awake now, my steps slow,
my eyes focus.
What may I learn today
if I can stay awake,
to our tender bodies,
mine and yours, coexisting
in the safety of my loving awareness,
with you leading the way?
