My foot hurts:
the right one
just behind the ball
where it meets the arch
on the in-side.
Isn't it funny how often you
never notice something until it
pains you?
You walk through life
thinking about
your job
a pepperoni pizza
your
girlfriend's big tits
things you need
to do Saturday
that great movie you saw last week
your weird neighbors
God
your wife's annoying
habits
the
scarcity of parking
net-humor
catchy tunes
the kid's baseball game...
All
these things
you think about as you
tromp your way down the golden highway.
But when your foot hurts,
there is a new awareness of being.
Ow!
The foot becomes
your intimate,
reminds you it is yours
that you should love it
be nice to it
not enrage it unduly lest it
stomp all over your day.
George Chadderdon © 1998