I left my feet on a pier four days ago.
I lost them to the waves and the shouts of mothers calling their
Children out of the icy water.
I left my feet in the white sheets of a traveling musician.
We had rhythm
And harmony.
It lasted twenty minutes.
I left my feet on the gas pedal of an old Honda,
Pushing as hard as I can to reach sixty.
I left my feet in yesterday.
They are still trying to catch up
With the rest of me.