(feet courtesy of my daughter)



Shoes


I like to try on thoughts
like shoes
to see how they feel.

A heel might be too high,
the arch wrong,
my toes jammed together.

Or the insides soft and warm
comforting, soothing,
just what my sole(soul) needed.

It may need breaking in,
starting stiff, but becoming
a good fit over time.

It may be too small (would have been
perfect for a child)
Or too large (never to be mine)

I like to try on thoughts
like shoes,
knowing that they are not
a permanent part of me;

knowing they are not my feet.