Struggle 

Footsteps pound the street

Splashing droplets fly

Can this really be

A way to stay dry?

 Run as fast as you can

Outpace the chasing wet

Or is this all delusion

Have you ever controlled it yet? 

An argument begins

I really don’t know why

Down below the shins

The feet begin to defy 

The shoes look toward the future

The feet won’t even move

The first looks to mature

The second wants to groove 

Fly as quicksilver, FLY!

The shoes scream at the feet

If I don’t stay dry

I won’t look very neat 

Oh just feel the wet

The toes are heard to say

More fun we cannot get

We really want to play! 

Feet, I have things to do

Places to go, people to see

I want to move the world

So sloshed I cannot be 

Shoes, we’ll move you as we feel

And take our own sweet time

Don’t be such a heel

Doesn’t this feel sublime? 

Will this ever end?

This funny little spat

An agreement ‘round the bend

Or will it be that…. 

Forever they will juggle

Much effort down the hole

In this wondrous struggle

Between the flesh and soleJ 

Riding my bicycle ¼ mile back from a class at the gym to the “crustic” Lake George cabin we were in.  It was some of the hardest rain I’ve ever been in and I was instantly soaked to the bone.  Laughing all the way back, I was roaring over my urge to ride fast versus my humor of the moment riding soaking in warm rain and just enjoying it. Lake George 8/07