sun feet - January 18, 2015s

author’s note:

I’m not a member of the Polar Bear Club.  But hopefully, I’m not in the Hibernating Bear Club either.


Dulled by too much security
today, I let my feet breathe:

no socks, no shoes—open again

to the shark-slash of broken glass

to the scalding sting of boiling water

and worse yet:
the abrupt cold poison
of frightened snake…

but also free to feel
the shocking freshness
of wet Spring grass—

also free to squeeze
the luscious cool mud
between my pale toes.

I woke my nervous system
from its cobweb sleep
by creating bursts
of interior fireworks—
ignited by touch.

as my eyes traced
patterns of migration
in the wide-open sky,
my foot pads listened

to the veins of a river
coursing underground.

Today, I made
a dumb man a bit wiser

by again realizing
the value—the necessity—
of small acts of courage.

© 2015, Michael R. Patton
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