Elusive feet stretching away from the rest of my body you are a mysterious duo. Earthbound like two turtles you spread your toes wide and flat refusing to conform to narrow confines of stylish pumps and spiked heels. You are stubborn rebels; I cannot trust you. Perched on the edge of a cliff or the top rung of a ladder you send fearful tremors up my ankles and shins. I long for the trunk of a tree to wrap my arms around. You thrust my shoulders unprotected Into the open sky and for a moment I hate you. Are you angry too?— bouncing like rubber erasers determined to leave no mark no emotion on your tough soles? Or do you long to run bare over dirt roads the sharp stab of loose pebbles leaving you tender and vulnerable? Most days you are lost In the darkness under my desk. Would you rather float, heavy Sea Turtles, through clear tangy surf? Would you rather fly like a Gull in the air? Photo by Rune Enstad at Unsplashed
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