My bare feet dance through the wooden floor
They feel the coolness of the stone floor
The get tired of standing on the hard floor
My bare feet love the feeling of warm sand
and the bubbly sea foam
they love textures and divination
My bare feet..
Today, they are encapsulated
Caged in boots
So they feel warm
My toes are tightly packed against each other
And the sound of these boots on the wooden floor
it’s alien yet comforting
it’s elegant yet barely connected.
My bare feet are missing the ground
These bare feet that have saved my life through many lifetimes
They know how to grasp and feel
They know how to keep balance and love..
I enjoy the sound of my boots on the wooden floor
I enjoy the sound of his boots on the wooden floor
Transient as these feet
and these moments
I’ll enjoy the now..knowing it will surely change.
Written on a cold fall/winter at the Breintenbush Hot Springs in Oregon 2013