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.