Footwears of the Mind

My young blogger friend Kalyani Wakkar, didn't realize what would happen, when she kicked of her sandals at the beach, and ran to commune with the waves and the sun. Her friend Parag Mahale clicked a photograph, another oldish friend saw it on FB and a poem happened....

(photo by Parag Mahale, modeled by Kalyani Wakkar and her sandals.)

Some sandals
stick
to the owner
everywhere,
absorbing
every cut,
pokey stone,
lash of cow dung
and wet mud,
but
keeping
the feet
clean,
unfeeling,
and the person
devoid of nerves...


But some,
like a good friend,
share the
heat of the road
on a summer afternoon,
the stumble
across
an innocent pebble,
inadvertent puddle thumps,
the
little scratches
of stuff in the sand,
and stand
patiently aside,
encouraging
and
waiting,
as you decide to get your feet wet
in some
new waters
once again......

And when
a
particularly big wave
of something
arrives,
and you run back,
they remain,
overcome by the foam,
but bravely facing up,
faithfully waiting for you....