Snails and Time

by Julie Doane

They say, “time flies,”

But it doesn’t really.

When I’m waiting for you,

It crawls.

Like a snail,

Making his way through

the tall grass,

Each blade an obstacle,

Seeming to halt its progress.

I want to climb into the clock

And jump on the hands

to hasten you forward.

Birds and planes fly,

But snails and time

Crawl.