Monday, September 27, 2010


The way
of the heart
is a
bare footed journey

Which road is without
stones and thorns

Which is without
the broken glass
of shattered desires

The safe
paved road
burns blister hot
in the heat
of the day

The dusty road
is muddied from
the shower of tears

Stop and squish
the mud
between your toes

1 comment:

  1. Even the most painful of journeys can give us a squish, a bit of joy, some goodness. We just need to stop.

    Lovely poem!