The Snail's Home
--Maya Anthony
His house upon his back he totes,
A spiraling, snug retreat.
It’s not a place with moat,
But still a home that’s neat.
A mobile home, yet sturdy still,
Defending from life’s plight.
Within, he finds a tranquil fill,
A space that’s just so right.
For in each curl, a story lies,
Of slow but certain roam.
In comfort’s spiral, we realize,
Wherever you go, there’s home.
