I would walk barefoot as a child,
seeking something over there,
something unique on the other end,
didn’t matter the moisture,
stepping into creek waters,
slipping and skinning a knee,
while searching for that
something unique on the other end.
recall the glorious spring sunshine,
bouncing reflective waves in soils
driven by Nature’s progressive trail,
I would walk barefoot on the rocks
if I could remember today
what that unique something was,
in the creek bed on the other side.
I wonder if when I wear shoes,
if then, I lose the opportunity,
that Her grasp allows my skin to feel,
when walking towards that final reveal.