
This Snail, this day
For being this snail, this day,
at this joint singularity
of time and space –
I take you into the deepest
regions of my head
and find contentment.
Accidents of birth and chromosome
have brought us here;
relationships that bloomed –
ties that withered –
trudged this one path only
that led to replete September.
Under this triumph of starved light,
this treasure-house of gloom
where shadows freckle down –
I watch your quiet movement in the leaves –
I listen to our union of silences.
Umbrella Head