Snail Glyphs

The magic of snails silently weaving
their glyphs into the night:
patterns of the language unspoken
by the ones without ears
spell-ing out in their dizzying space
of ignoring dimensions and gravity
their marks of the seasons
in scented maps trailing across
windows and tiles and the moon
reflected in yesterday’s rain
speaking of movement and
the joy of sampling every flavour
in their small universe