Michael Shepherd - Slugs and Snails and Homelovers' Tales

You asked me for a poem about home and I remembered that millions of years ago there was plenty of food for all in the Garden of Eden and slugs were well supplied with greenery and all was one big happy family until slugs found that other species found them tasty chocolate jellies or unjust desserts especially when after a good night out they were, well, sluggish about getting home and the sun came out and gulp quick as a slug of Jack but spotting one night or was it day, a battered caravan serai, it occurred that a portable home would be a good thing to evolute. Became snails. Just took time. Poetic point of this is for there is a point, that human beings are much the same, there's the bricks and mortar thing we call home but really home is in the head or heart, we carry it with us, it's the place we go when there's no other place to go. And next time you feel a bit sluggish about going to work, or like a snail unwillingly to school you'll have to admit that Evolution does a goddamned good job, a home in your backpack beats commuting to work any day. Respect.Michael Shepherdhttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slugs-and-snails-and-homelovers-tales/