comfortable likable sandals
they are blue,
the colour of my sky
five minutes ago
before the greyness
sitting on the mountain top
filled with sounds of raindrops
everywhere birds would sing
their chicken feet
and talon toes grasping air
to land on tree branches
where leaves grow
anchored in the ages
from sinewy stalks
to bark and lichen covered
trunks
not the kind elephants wear
they say tree spirits dance
around silk cotton trees
these kapoks witness
the backward turned
feet
of children
whose unbaptized souls
dare to wander the night
nevertheless
as for me
i'll wear them again
and again
my new
comfortable likable sandals
they are blue,
the colour of my sky
five minutes ago
© gillena cox
