Sometimes, It Seems the Story is in the Sand

or

foot/prints

written on your feet i find
i have not lived by force of will
calloused be my sense of time
and graceful steps evade me still
in my mind at times i look
and see some imprint in the sand
think the mark once made so shook
the ground, resonated through the land
oft i believe the mark was made
from some free soul’s high will to dance
without design the dancer played
and from the dirt made high romance
once i decried all forms of toil
now i see fault lines in the soil