Living the Dream

I was a baby ballerina
I know how to point my toes.
I know plie’ and pointe’,
I can walk well turned out.

I was a part-time model
and know the dainty-walk, well.
I know how to swing and move
from the hips down.

I can tramp through the forests,
moccasin’d feet, toe down first,
so as not to disturb the forest
with my movement in and through.

I love to walk barefoot,
feel the sand trickle through my toes
and walk, run and surf without care
as to whether I slip and fall.

I can walk fast.  I dip my head,
focus on the ground instead of problems,
circle round and round
until the anger dissipates.

I can walk slow enough
to hold the arm of my mother
so she did not stumble
and did not feel need to tell her to hurry.

Come walk with me.  You lead.
I will follow.  I am good
at things like that.  Your pace
can be my pace, too.

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