I attempt to trample
Ten thousand steps each day,
It’s struggling yet fulfilling,
My shoes they start to fray,
The bones in my feet,
They ache and complain,
The muscles persisting,
Feeling no refrain.

My feet are my livelihood,
My solo means of movement
If they are to turn off,
I’d still find a way in.
A wheelchair,
A stroller,
Skateboard or scooter,
Anything that rolls,
And keeps me uprooted.

One day I’ll get strength
To walk ‘round the globe,
To traverse the Pyramids,
The Cape of Good Hope.
Glide on the Great Wall
Stroll the Taj Mahal,
Hop over cherry blossoms
In Japan as they fall.
Skip through the Colosseum,
Hike the Grand Canyon,
Tiptoe softly through
the Tower of London.
Tap dance in Stonehenge,
Stomp in the caves
Of Patagonia, Easter Island,
Peru’s frothy waves.
I’ll gallop in Greece,
Trot through Barcelona,
Parade through Sydney,
Roll out of Roma,
Race sheep in New Zealand,
Bury toes in the sand
Deep in the Sahara,
Death Valley and Moab.
The journey will round me
And offer me growth.
I’ll walk where I want to,
I’ll admire not loathe.

Saunter, stride,
Traipse, and tread,
I’d walk until
My feet were dead
If it meant
I could fully immerse
In the pockets and folds of
Mother Nature’s purse.

So paint your toes,
Massage your feet,
Give those tarsals
Good pieces of cleat,
To stand on,
To walk on,
To go through the day
Your feet need your kindness,
Not focus astray

These two little darlings
Hold you upright,
They grow funky toenails
They get cold at night.
Or sometimes get sweaty
When in front of a crowd,
Or trip over sticks
When hiking above clouds.

They can cramp and break,
Sprain and pose,
Rub them and slather
On lotion with rose.
They deserve the best kicks,
They hold up your knees,
Tickle your feet, go on,
Give them a squeeze.