Barefoot Dream
Barefoot Dream ©
A pair of slippers dance along
the surf line, dank chill seeps into
supple leather
Laughter and joy stream out
across the endless waves, a
day’s freedom from society’s
strictures
Stripped of sock and slip’r
toes clinch and let loose the
sandy floor as it shifts and moves
as in a dance, vanishing under
her foot
Dancing on the heads of
ancient warriors, lost sailors,
drown’d lovers
Foamy wet tickles the ankles,
grains rasp and scrape a
hardened heel
Cleansed in the salty froth, tiny
secreted bones ache with
numbing cold
Sodden cotton slaps the calves
A drenched, forever sound as
the grasp of death’s hand brings
her down…
down, down into the blue-black
arms of the cold sea
Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets
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