Thursday, March 3, 2011


No more socks or slippers 
against a cold wooden floor, 
or lost under the bed.

Bare. Ready. 
Toe, heel, ball, arch. Planted.

Limbs energize.
A connection unbroken. 
The familiar healing.
Waiting for me,
to grow with it.

1 comment:

@MuseKaren said...

Seed. Dirt. Water. Sunshine. Warmth. Patience. Bounty.

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