Degrowth poems: Moving



When I am moving,

Some people think

I’m still,

I’m not,

I’m moving.

Just very slowly and gently.


Look closely,

You will see my trace

Behind me

and tomorrow,

I’ll be somewhere else.

But only some will notice

that I’m moving

slowly moving

and going somewhere.


by Laura Castells


The Research & Degrowth Art working group has started a new poetry genre – Snail Poetry.
Here we will publish some of the poems we have written and collected so far.

Please send any Snail Poems you want to share to Laura! You can write in any language but an English
translation would be helpful, if you can manage one.