Home is the Horizon

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3/18/12

These worn shoes warmly hug my feet 
In a laced black and red embrace.
They step softly on the concrete
To carry the load of my weight
As I walk to eternity. 

A rubber sole can’t feel the soil
Or the leaves of grass below me,
“O I say now these are the soul!”
My tastes, touch, and what I see
Sing the body’s electricity.

I want to feel the slip of sand
And the sink of cold damp earth
Beneath my feet- to see wetlands,
Smell oceans, and hear the songbirds
Sing tunes of rising to meet the sun.

I’ve tasted this passion before,
Found solace in pain and learning.
My insatiable want for more
Finds me on foot at the day’s turning.
Now my home is the horizon.