Start at the fine point of the spiral and loosen
Wind out generously
Wide ripple splashes of
White
Blues
Pink
The subtle sketch of expanding circles never meet their end
Connected by fine perpendicular lines
Close
Pause at a small hole
Linger at the light
Note the crack in the shell
A dark draft of a faultline
Forming a precarious triangle
Snail house
Bone around flesh
Sludge hut
Slow moving earth wisdom
Praise the fractal dance
and genius of your growth
Praise your brittle strength
This hard cool shell
Praise your pink and blues
Your faded color
Ages in sun
Aged by time
Praise your thisness
Your jiving particles
Atom
carbon combination
Praise where you came from
Praise where you are going
How long have our shells been left cracked
and empty
beaten by the sun
This shell left empty a long time back
Or so I thought
until I looked in its cream swirl cave
Where a tiny crub slug was hanging on
A few years back
I was barely alive
Inside the battered home on my back
In you I am coiled
I am spiral beauty
I crawl under God
The healing word
Makes reality my home
A sheltered heart flowers
Streams
Whirls slow
yet sure
