ANOTHER FOOTPRINT
There are shadows of reminders
stepping into our days, our years.
Long pauses of thoughts rise
slowly to the surface. We consider
the chances while dissecting the meaning
of how our footprint explains our past.
Our walk becomes a series of runs.
Glancing off one reminder of what to
do or who we should be; the loss of
self leaves nothing behind.
The long side of the short time we have
is the impression others see. It’s the
footprint in the sand before the next wave,
the time allotted to us all. Sharing the
best of ourselves is the greatest gift.
