"Your Shoe"

The shoe that you leave on
   is trying to keep you securely planted
   in your zone of knowing.

Its strap,
   bedazzled by jewels that tickle
   your memory
   and laugh at time,
Has seen it all.

And your shoe is thirsty.

It desperately wants a front row seat
   to the best show in town,
   the one that you know all too well.
The one that gives meaning to
   each smile and surprise,
   each question and new way of knowing
   each notion of inevitability.

And it is still thirsty.

Its sole/soul elevates your sensation
   of the waves that crawl upon your shore
   and giggle downwind of your breath.
Suffusing your passion
   while enchanting your fashion.

And it will stay thirsty
   until your belief in a bare foot
Finally becomes You. 

 

 

October 2023

 

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