(Dedicated to Tina Sloan-Mcpherson
who always knows when
to change her shoes)
Walking to or walking from
on fresh, mowed lawns or rough terrain;
sand might warm your toes or squish wet footprints in the damp.
Lush grass may tickle your feet, or stain your shoes sap green;
hopping across stepping stones or wading through tidal surf,
crunching through gravel lanes or a run over sticky asphalt roads,
spiked shoes in the scrum, or warm pebbles under bare feet,
rough wood in a sauna, cold ice under skates,
hot coals in a challenge, broken glass glittering underfoot.
on fresh, mowed lawns or rough terrain;
sand might warm your toes or squish wet footprints in the damp.
Lush grass may tickle your feet, or stain your shoes sap green;
hopping across stepping stones or wading through tidal surf,
crunching through gravel lanes or a run over sticky asphalt roads,
spiked shoes in the scrum, or warm pebbles under bare feet,
rough wood in a sauna, cold ice under skates,
hot coals in a challenge, broken glass glittering underfoot.
We stroll through our memories on tippy toes and our
futures in running shoes.
We tread many
labyrinths throughout our lives;
some within and some without.
some within and some without.
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 3 March 2016
© 3 March 2016
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