It is currently fashionable to go on vacation and take a photograph of your feet. A friend in India cycled to the banks of the Narmada, lay in the grass and clicked his well shod feet, and posted on FB. He inspired a poem .
Now my friend Pearl from Minneapolis did NOT go on a vacation , but still posted a photograph of her feet , possibly ensconced in fluffy slip-ons , as she sat admiring the flowers and red car. (Maybe she was just reading the paper).
I am partial to bare feet, and do not enjoy wearing footwear in the house. In empathy which all such feet which are constantly covered up , I present , a cry from the heart by the feet, the Pearly Feet Lament.
You drive,
you run,
you walk,
you climb,
you slide,
you kick,
you twist,
and I am always
covered
with insecurities and doubts
even in water
where I am smothered
uncovered.
Then you sit back
at a window
with lovely flowers
trees, lawns,
and a red car,
and doesn't it strike you,
that the shoes hurt,
they block my vision,
and that I need to see it all too ?
Photos are taken
of those on vacation.
And not me.
All those pedicures,
and nothing to show the world.
Sigh.
I, too, am barefoot when able. :-) As we like to say, you got to let the dogs breathe.
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Yep, I kick off the shoes as often as possible!!
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