Exactly

From 'Good Heavens'

~ Pattiann Rogers

The common garden snail can't watch
the heavens and enumerate -- 600 young
stars in Perseus, one more hour
until full moon. It can't make lists --
pinwheel of Andromeda, comet fireball
of Tempel-Tuttle. It has never called
its slither the soft finger of night
nor its wound shell a frozen
galactic spin. Yet its boneless,
thumb-sized head is filled and totally
deaf with exactly the same tone
and timbre as the sky.