the dancer

A snail is walking the tightrope
on the stem of
a broad bean in my
morning garden.

I watch her balance
and dance, moving to the left
then to the right.
Why is she still awake?
She should go to bed
where it’s cool and dark
before the sun comes.

She winds her body around
the stalks of yellowed leaves,
her horned eyes
as mobile and
as delicate
as a ballerina’s hands.

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1 Response to “the dancer”


  1. 1 John Looker November 26, 2017 at 1:40 pm

    That’s exquisite Kalila – perfectly observed and delightful. (And lucky you, to be on the cusp of summer down there in the Southern Hemisphere!)


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