Monday, 27 June 2011

slugs

after the evening downpour,
chocolate brown slugs have set forth across the grass,
their antennae unfurling with a tenderness
that is gentle as a kiss.
they don't seem to be moving,
but they are.
I can't remember the last time my movement was so careful,
so graceful,
so present in the moment.

3 comments:

Jade said...

So poignant and vivid!

Nice to see that you'll also be participating in the river of stones. I'm looking forward to it. :)

Mark Sargeant said...

Thanks Jade! I'll also be looking foward to reading your small stones during July...

Lynne Rees said...

Hi Mark - 'poet', then 'cook' is my kind of blog profile : )

Looking forward to reading your words this month.