Foot song
Laurie A. Segal
I've been trudging down a long unyielding path.
Sometime before I was searching, but now no more—
I have no idea what to search for.
The only safety seems to be in my mother's arms
but something inside sternly forbids such childish contact.
You are a sometime visitor to my path, and your footsteps
join mine, creating a harmony of feet—a different pattern in the dust.
The newness intrigues me, even if I'm not sure about your presence.
And when your feet follow paths of their own, your smile lingers...
Each smile, each period of company creates a base of strength inside me.
Security is nurtured as a solitary sprout in a garden
And somehow I no longer need to search for security—
It is right with me, so I begin the process of giving,
To the man who sings with his footprints.
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