Little Winds

A snail has a way of showing

that our quick attention

masks their intention.

So much that even slowing

down to look close

and focus on the motion,

we ask where they are going.

And if we turn our gaze

for part of a day

we have little chance of knowing

which way was forward

after we were bored.

Little winds slowly flowing.

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