Ode To My Bare Feet

The ground has textures that my feet excitedly recall
Free from the constrains of socks and shoes
And the contours of bones realign over grass and pavement
Just to walk is a joyful movement
Who would have thought?
The sandstone and trees nod in agreement
Because they feel the wind sweeping back and forth
Tiny pebbles make an imprint into my skin
An impression that reverberates through my tissues
It rings like a prehistoric bell
Until the next step brings a different shape
Now even my head is connected to the earth I walk across
My sole is at peace