NATURE Poem: Fern Dust Snail, by Christina Gabsa

Born a
snail
with no
shell.
Learning
to protect myself
with chemical
mist.
Blue blood
of electric
and sky pulses
as I move
with my own
path.
Solitary with
no family
I move across the
concrete
wall that
has been dusted
in pollen.
The stencil of
fern becomes
my garden
as I realize
the beauty
is in the travel.
And the travel
is in my
snail wiggle
smiling need.

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