barefoot trust

A warm spring afternoon
Just a day after rain
Will the ground be wet and muddy?
Are there sharp rocks?
Could there be glass or other trash?
Barefoot trust
The best way to play is with free feet
Sock and shoes in a pile
Abandoned while we chase the kite
Then to bubbles and catch and frisbee
And no one looks back
Barefoot trust
Can I expose my feet in front of you?
Do you see that blister-wound?
That ugly callous?
Are you judging the shape of my toes?
Grown-up worries
Barefoot trust
In the shower, worn out after the day
That we played as happy children
Not minding that my feet are stained brown
Because you took off your shoes and ran alongside
Trusting me
With barefoot trust