My feet carry mestep by step
no complaint
except maybe at the end of a day
after running or walking
while the rest of me multi-tasks
without being asked or knowing
how to take steps
whether to take steps
why my feet work the way they do.
without hope that they will work.
but not to a mirror
to make certain of a correct image ~
mirror’s are reserved for faces and hairdo’s
while my feet are wrapped in socks and shoes
or if they’re lucky, in sandals and sunshine.
through my life
up mountains, across prairies
on beaches or in the desert.
at work or at play
no questions asked.
“The foot feels the foot when it feels the ground.”
~ Buddha
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