In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Footsteps
Footstepping Stone
©March27th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
I step on sand, and my footsteps fade.
I step on water; waves drift away.
I step on air; winds catch my feet
I step on clouds; rain drenches me.
My footsteps lead to strange new spots
I step on rocks, leap over streams
I slip on grass, and keep close watch
For snakes, and sudden ice, unseen.
I follow others, drift from them,
Step on their boot-tracks, turn to go left
Then turn around, head back to the right,
Then walk on down the road not seen.
I wish that I wouldn’t have to roam,
I wish that I didn’t walk alone, with
No thoughts to think, no angst to own,
No dreams to seek on the way back home.
For it’s not easy, and yet things are!
(It’s just more work for my brain and me!)
And a road not seen can always be
A road that can take our footsteps far.
And footsteps light on a road of stone
Will ring like a gong and sing of flight
And freedom’s song will ease the night
Till all my flesh falls off my bones.
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*Written at 2:34 a.m. Please excuse me if it makes no sense. 🙂