one day, i’m going to learn to stop wearing socks with moccasins.
and i’m going to learn to move a little slower,
because even without a hand in mine or in mind
this walk is still worth the time it takes.
i’ll stop shuddering at spiderwebs
and just be grateful for the light
so i can see them.
i will paint hand prints in the cadence of footprints
on the ground and i will laugh even if
no one else thinks it’s funny.
and even if the bus gets there first, i’ve accomplished something.
in the advent of ten or fifteen minutes (about a hundred times)
i’ve grown up, grown stronger, and learned to laugh again.
one day i will be able to say that
i’ve taken out my headphones and listen to the world.