On Resilience

Silence assembles in my room.

A little snail is on the wall

Climbing about like a groom.

Is that all it knows.?

All it carries is a shell.

Might think, one, there is more

Climbing about like all is well.


silence is shattered in my room.

A little snail is off the wall.

From outside devoured the inside,a boom

No more climbing about.

The little snail...
Is back in its shell.