Walk On... the fear of wearing another's shoes...

Sometimes life drops us in the throes of disappointment when we throw caution to the wind , only to discover what you imagined you had learned in a similar past lesson , actually turns out you have not learned a thing . . . it seems there is not that much that changes, perhaps we just repeat . . . 

Some days . . . I wonder what it would be like to be able to look the other way?

The look of the sturdy shoes

not unlike many others

at first glance .

Well cared for mahogany leather,
fastened russet hued laces ,
well-trodden tawny toned soles
an appearance of a savored comfort  .

Enshrouding  leather  wombs ,
wholesome conforming contour
for to carry that weight ;

soles that have seen

many season's circle ,

wistful thresholds crossed ,

that first step in the journey

coursing a thousand miles .

The countless crossroads passed ,

long and winding miles navigated

over challenging unknown terrain .

Past now’s pondered these days ,

rapt in a moment of speechless silence ,

lost in thought ,   . . . presence

musing the stillness of continuum .

If a searching sole were to walk a mile

in these well-worn shoes ?
. . . could thy soles bear'st        

the ache of the pang 

of the sharp rock's attrition 

between well calloused flesh

and ,

within the season'd soul ?

January 9th, 2014 . . . © Harlon Rivers