My dirty feet
carry me today
The residue
mirroring that which
Remains on my
soul
An escape to
the north, to the wide open space
To a lake,
masquerading as an
Ocean
To a hill,
pretending to be a
Mountain
In the
desperate freedom of my imagination,
They are both.
My feet find
the mud
Plunge into
its murky
Depths
Surrender to
its squishy
Darkness
They come
alive as they leap from rock to rock
Bask in the
sunlight, fresh air
Relish in the
flow, deep below the surface of the cloudy stream
Here, they are
finally at
Home.
Could it be
that this is where my soul dwells?
Could it be
that it is housed not in my head, or in my chest, but
Here, where my
body-clothes grasp the earth,
Here, where my
trunk sends down its roots,
Here, where the
weight teeters and balances
Here, where
the trail is blazed, where the wandering begins
I will leave the
dirt lodged between my toes
The mark of my
Baptism
A reminder to
my forgetful eyes
That I am not
just where I am
Going
That I am also
where I have
Been.
