Snail space

A line of guests watch
a monk watch
a snail

curve into question:
Scylla’s horns tug
at Charybdis’ eddy.

“A snail is at sea:
not home and home,
not still and still.”

The monk’s calves
in backwash,
his robe an inlet
of limp sail.
His shoulders shelter
in osteoporotic hunch
a line of ships from
the snail’s implicity:

Quick: watch it

or live it:
no steerageway
between. Only
slipstream

.

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By Peter

After stints as a trial lawyer and a church worker, Peter Stephens has settled in as a Virginia high school English teacher. Peter has read several books and poems. He wrote none of the posts below filed under "Passages." Click the link at the end of each post to see it in the context of the author's original post.