When water seeps through
My shoes,
And sky changes from grays
To blues,
Wet walking becomes me.
Drawn to my heels, toes, soles--
Sticky notes with lists that leap
From small square to large bear
Growl a little softer;
They know.
Slinking back to their caves,
Lists of doing
Feel deceived
By the relief that resides
In wet walking.
Stopping,
Remaining drops
Pool on pines and leaves,
Leave hope behind
Where once debris
Of mind
Fumed with rage.
In wet walking,
There is no cage.
