Autumn Snails

Autumn days sticking to the window
lazy like snails, lounging
in the morning light, jewels muted glossed over in fog

dreaming around lunch
about the dusty fabric of space
in the curtain folds beyond
a glass horizon: time to move on

looking for the taste of
sun-coloured leaves, the fire
of rain glittering on crisp afternoons
and sliding down the window pane

September Magic

Stay until the first star appears
and follow home the blue hour:
September magic,
seeping into your bones,
up from the ground;
flowing out of your fingertips,
taking flight with the bats

and the reeds sing of
summer returning in its softer shape
muted, transmuted, brilliant in
apple-crisp mornings, gold and red
between the wisened green
and the deepened sky

and there is movement
and something more
alive

looking for
a wider place.

Too

It’s too deep and too much
and the mountains too high and
too far away
to lick the salt off their cheeks
and contain it all between teeth and tongue
and in trying so there is no room left for words under the roof of your mouth
the rocks and fern sticking to the arching palate aching with the burden of summer and rain and all the movements of tall grass in the breeze and
the trails of stars escaping from your lips, your eyes, streaking forgotten glamour across cheeks fallen silent in the attempt to say it all and swallow the day
and the orbits of planets are fairy rings dancing in widened eyes, on the planes of retinas crowded with a million afterimages of exposure to a world so full every mind holds but a fragment
but you want to put together all the shards and drink the Milky Way from this ancient vessel of beauty

On The Benefits of Snails at The Workplace

This is mostly about small land snails (like Helicidae) and work in the (home) office.

– Motivation to eat healthy snacks: they love fruit and vegetables, but only need a little piece at a time, so sharing an apple or a carrot with them is nice, plus you can watch and sometimes even hear them nibble away at their portion
– Hydration: snails need their liquid, so when you give them some fresh water, you can get yourself a glass of it, too (or just give them a few drops from your water bottle every now and then, if it’s clean)
Rubber duck debugging, but with living, breathing, moving creatures!
– Reminder to slow down once in a while: watch them move around and take some breaths; it’s also very meditative to pay close attention to the way their muscles ripple when moving, how they use their mouths, and especially in younger snails you may be able to see their heart beat!
– Living search puzzle: take your eyes away from the screen every now and then and try to find all the snails in their latest hiding spots
– Reason to take regular walks and pay attention to nature: go find them a nice little branch with lichen, a few crunchy leaves, some dandelion …
– Creative outlet: decorate their terrarium with natural elements, maybe display some art (by taping it to the outside), make it a little diorama …
– Cheap, quiet, and no allergic reactions: great alternative to dogs! (And other than cats, they won’t sit on your keyboard – unless you forget to close the lid.)
– Great conversation starter
– You can give them funny names that remind you of things you enjoy
– Their cute little faces can lift your mood :)

This has been my lunch break while watching the snails in the box on my desk at home.

Wild Wandering Dreams

Wild dreams wearing the colour of thunderheads on their fingernails tap against the window glass:
drink up your shot of storm, refill your flask from the well of rain-bright eyes, we’re off to hills of lightning shards, sharp to the touch but soft to the sole, we’re going to walk the tide-lines of cloudy mountains filling the basin of night, waves rolling with roaring flashes and sea foam towers, toppling across castles of brittle days; we’re off to wander up and down the stairs that collaps behind us as we circle untamed landmarks in weaving patterns making sense only to dream-creatures lurking somewhere deep in earthen bellies, snakes curled up in coils and loops mapping out the journey in stars.

Musk of May

The air heavy with
rhododendron bloom,
all the musk of May
and the chestnut blossoming,

a scent you can’t single out,
but know is there
in the heady mix of
robins singing at your feet

and the half-moon over
water turning pink around the edges
of clouds just before sunset
being good enough to cry

Storm Dance

The storm is sizzling in my feet,
air pressure begging tendons to dance,
to be stretched into thunder
across shivering kneecaps
and painted up to the fingertips
in lightning stretched thin:
skin turning into vellum
a book of undanced weather

Whale Meditation

In the sound of oceans deep
caves do swim like whales
giant ears like barrel drums
and hearts as big as sails

a song as deep as waves asleep
on shores of marching beats
where suns do dream of jellyfish
and moons will catch the breeze

in silver nets of manta rays
singing of afar
a song as low as whales can go
inhaling star by star