Footsore and Floating Free

The soles of my feet were sore

From the time I spent walking away–

Away from their definitions,

Away from their expectations,

Away, in short, from everyone,

But though I walked ever away,

I hadn't found the way to walk apart.

The fronts of my eyes were sore

From the time I spent looking–

Looking for a way out,

Looking for a way over,

Looking for the answers,

But though I looked until my eyes

Stopped searching to vibrate between hiding places,

I did very little finding

Until I stopped.

The top of my head is sore,

From walking the world upside down,

From all the ideas I keep scraping off it,

But it's not the only part of my head that hurts–

My brow aches in concentration;

My cheeks burn with laughter.