The Snail

 A snail told me
“They can never take your dreams”
Now I am dreaming about snails
All the time

These endless spirals in the ceiling
Of my room at Saint-Paul de Mausole

You deserved more than a slug
Thinking it was courageous to hold
A salt shaker over his head
With his eyes closed and a grin

Now awake in a bath of silver chains
I hear a trumpet through the window

“One day you’ll love like a Marching Band
At home wherever you go
Without the need to hold onto the notes”


    - c.h., 25th April 2026

 

 

 Jocelyn McGregor - Earthling, Aldgate Square