Friday, November 30, 2007

Running Shoes

I love my running shoes.
As I sat cross-legged on the floor just now and laced them up, they reminded me of ballet shoes.
For I dance and leap and bound in them.
Or at least...my soul does.
We skip.
And they are soft and well worn and they are fading.
Like the best loved anything.

And just...

Oh.
I love my beat up running shoes.
They are my favourite beasts.

1 comment:

Heather said...

Hey, there you are. I'm just checking on you. I haven't heard from you in a bit and I'm so crappy about phoning. I won't post much here. Email soon or ring.

Me