snail trails

Bright patterns
no two alike, the way of Nature.
Only humans are repititious.
Only humans create straight lines.
On the pavement
our walkways, our separation
and protection. Streets. Houses. Walls.
Snail trails
remind us of other forms.
They also inhabit a world of their own.
All species defined. These
delicate markings are what they leave behind.
Gleaming
As we, too, when we are gone,
shall add to the residue of dust.
In the morning
something begins anew.
A welcoming challenge,
to break the bounds of isolation.
Distinctions dissolving
in a oneness of uniqueness.
Apart and a part of
Sunlight