some things are slow
their legs are too little
and their shells too big
they have big dreams
from the moment they
hatch... some scramble
to the sea and swim an
ocean away then return
and it starts again - some
some awake and cross the
streets unknowing that cars
go too fast and music is too
loud to stop. so many shells
shattered, dreams gone, but
a few survive: picked up
and taken to the nearest
river - or simply placed
across: in the race of time
and speed - you stop, my
love, and prove again life
is given and dreams are safe
