I carry my life like a snail
carries its shell on its back
my vulnerable eyes emerge
from its brittle protection
ready to withdraw
at the approach of any reality
that might crush me with its weight
or blind me with its glaring light.
Safe in the dark of my fragile home
I respect the slugs
whose softness belies their strength.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is an interesting little poem.... Ruthie