
Country Path
Jul 10, 2017 · 1 min read
Footsteps, whither do you lead me
down this country path?
Where will you take me and have me see
what mystery, down this path?
— Stretching, I know not where,
’tween green thighs parted to bare
only this country path.
There is some strange attraction,
some strong fascination in the air
soothing my brow and my wrath —
There is a subtle communion
taking place between my toes.
That spark of my secret self
is held captive in my soles.
Do I really feel the gravel soften?
Do I pass the milestones of the past?
Is that the future I see reawaken
in the distance that I’ve passed?
Feet, do you know
where we will go
down this country path?
— Winding, I know not where,
leading, I know not to what,
drawing me on like a magnet

