Everywhere, <br />feet upon the same earth, <br />like the bases of trees <br />going down to deep roots, <br /> <br />the small pads of soles, <br />the tiny parts of the body's surface <br />that alone touch the ground, <br />supporting our whole frame. <br /> <br />See how every stride <br />gains traction from the earth, <br />how working together, two feet <br />can take a person onward <br />in a straight line forever. <br /> <br />Watching feet striding, <br />I see the cantilevered <br />systems of muscles <br />working together, <br />moving the body along, <br />arms swinging, <br />the dance of walking. <br /> <br />I do not see <br />the mind that wills, <br />the operator in the machine, <br />nor the map of where <br />the feet are going, or why. <br /> <br />The spirit, sensed through eye-windows <br />and muscle tone, remains invisible. <br />One footsoldier doing the bidding of a soul <br />stops at one shop, one at another. <br />in this world of vast possibilities.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feet/
