Thank you for carrying me,
against the wind, the jagged rocks and tainted floorboards.
Thank you for enduring,
the pain, the burden, and heat.
In sadness and in grief,
I torture you, standing, waiting, depleting you of your vitality.
I dance, prance, shake, and run,
I oversee your longevity, as you harden to sustain
All that's left,
is an impression, an imprint in the sand that trails behind.
Effete and tired,
I thank you, my feet,
for carrying me through it all.