The Sole of My Soul (I)

{a new poem series! can you find the Classics and Biblical references? :)}

I. Morning

On four legs

I walk in the morning

Foggy

Has the day even started

If the sun hasn’t risen

Or perhaps it is the moment I wake

From a quiet slumber I knew not I was even in.

Babe

Honey

Daughter they call me.

Time to get up

Go into the world

But remember, be not of it

He whispers as my head rests on his shoulders.

It seemed only a day ago

(Or has one year flown by already?)

My mother

Carried me in her womb

A cradle of muscles and ligaments protecting my tiny, beating heart.

Here am I now

Bathed with lukewarm water

And tear-free soap

As the sun beckons me to start anew.

At first I crawl

Clumsily

Four limbs carry me

My hands and feet move one way

But perhaps my heart points the other;

It is harder than I thought

This whole walking thing.

Each time my legs push me up

Gravity pulls me back down

As if to teach me a lesson of

Patience Practice Perseverance.

Later you will walk

Neither by your hands

Nor by your feet

And not even by your eyes

But by faith.

Late morning resounds with the chirp of birds

Seeking nourishment

As I do.

Tiptoeing up to the counter

I am fed

Food that does not even fill me up

And yet I take it

To please others

To please myself

Or so it seems.

Moldy, dry

There it lies sitting in the cupboard

Bread for the masses

Stale after a string of moments pass by.

I stumble

Feet trip

Yet with time they teach me

Pull me back up

Hands clasping one another, feet in step,

Walk with me.