The World at My Feet

I always think about my brain;

Unanswered questions, grand defeat.

I seldom seek perspective

Of the world seen through my feet.

I’ve walked a thousand miles

On veterinary floors,

Stood mouthing sales pitches;

Realtor’s foot wedged inside doors.

Feeling always unaccomplished

I set new harder goals:

Sell in the finest galleries

Walk a forest fire’s hot coals.

I’ve also walked in hard times

Helped others down and out;

Somewhere, somehow I’m needed

The feet move on and scout.

My feet have run to birth a calf,

Rushed to a drowning child,

Tripped on high-class pretense,

Stepped backwards, undefiled.

I’ve hiked on Chinese trails

With Calaveras snakes and wild dogs,

Rested feet in a cold river

And walked on floating logs.

My feet have danced to music,

While others stepped upon my toes.

I’ve often put my foot in mouth

Back stepping from my foes.

Still my feet move forward

Through the funerals, schools, beyond

My goal is both feet on the floor,

When I awake at dawn.

Strangely, it is not my brain,

But my two feet are grand!

All my dreams and principles

Sum up the way I stand.