• My feet depend so much
    on the ground to walk.

    The prickly spikes of
    gravel underfoot.

    The texture of the individual
    grains beneath my feet
    some smooth
    some sharp.

    From foot step to foot step
    from gravel to grass
    the path has changed
    from rough to soft.

    It has come from the soul
    the feathery feeling of life.

    Into life, I come to be
    what I am with the ground
    beneath me.