Steps

Steps ***

Remember standing barefoot
In a stream or lake or ocean as the current of water
 ran cool and fast over the ankles?
That liquid, which made our planet
a home for life, beckoning us and so delightfully.

Think of walking in night, without
lights, becoming self-contained,
losing external references, seeking the moon
 or some neighbor’s window, alight still...while 
glancing quickly down to squint and know if 
the next step will continue on the pavement.

There is good reason to remember
walking barefoot in cool, thick mud —
 luscious scrunching the toes in
that earth’s batter!
There is meaning in the memory of
tortured stepping barefoot over a
length of dry, sun-burning sand...so
instantly blistering, so evil in its lack 
 of relief, at least until escaping its distance.

Think of the first challenging, trudging steps 
in a knee-high snowfall...like the first steps 
of turning to a belief in God and so much easier
 with others, then reaching a route that has been plowed.

Think of journeys of the mind, walking 
in times and on the streets we’ve never before been 
or want to imagine a return to...lively, but  yet 
non-existent wanderings, much like those 
we walk in sleeping dreams.

We cannot recall those very first
steps we took, thrusting us out of
babyhood, taken by a natural calling
 when we are too young for any conscious intent,
 having only an entirely physical desire to move...
over there...
set within a wordless desire to rise,
 innately curious to discover!

Yesterday I watched baby Emmie scrambling 
in her stroller.  Within, she sensed there must be 
some other way to subtract sitting, to move 
through the room.... Compulsion gripped 
her desire to rise, to step, even run...her legs
 kicking non-stop ready to launch...
Only  recently emerging from paralysis,  
I can sympathize with Emmie’s chair-stuck 
scrambling frustration.  It is 
the human wish to set off in motion,
 off on explorations.

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(c) sally young Eslinger 5/10/21
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Agustin Avatar
May 15, 2021 at 5:17 AM
Thanks for sharing this... through your poetic style. Thanks likewise for your uplifting comments. God bless you.
Eslinger Avatar
May 15, 2021 at 8:15 AM
Beats, thank you. With Christ beside us without fail, our work is always being helped. May your day be filled with poetry and his love! Hugs, sally
Buhagiar Avatar
May 14, 2021 at 12:07 AM
Coming out of paralysis should send you to seventh heaven. No wonder you are emotionally involved as you feel the sea, water and mud which before you could not. Excellent.
Eslinger Avatar
May 14, 2021 at 1:27 PM
Victor! I am fixated on the sight &memory of Emmie’s unaware struggle to use those kicking legs, not knowing that if she could get out of the stroller, her legs would collapse...just as mine did one morning. 7th heaven yes! I am blessed beyond mere words, into pure poetry! XX Love U
Horsman Avatar
May 11, 2021 at 8:32 PM
Sally this wonderful poem, is so compelling.. Love it.
Eslinger Avatar
May 11, 2021 at 9:18 PM
Thank you, Harry. It meant a lot to me as it came out. Bless you!
Mcintosh Avatar
May 10, 2021 at 5:15 PM
Thoughtful and thought provoking.. wonderfully done. Brilliant analysis. God bless you always my friend. Love, Gina
Eslinger Avatar
May 11, 2021 at 9:25 PM
Dear Gina, God’s blessings to you. This poem came after two days focus on the sight of Emmie. It is Noe an indelible memory and a vast metaphor. Thanks for reading and your support
Trifiatis Avatar
May 10, 2021 at 12:40 PM
Reminiscing a world that has almost vanished due to ignorance and greed. Provoking and profound writing that steers the core of our psyche and calls for an awakening of our consciousness and of our responsibility for the state of the planet is found. Excellent, dearest Sally. Blessings.
Eslinger Avatar
May 11, 2021 at 9:32 PM
Oh my, Demetrius! Your words have hit the core of my heart as this poem came out. Glad you related to it. Bless to you and hugs
Leffanta Avatar
May 10, 2021 at 11:33 AM
The natural urge to see for ourselves what really lies over the hill or beyond the horizon. Night is pitch-black on the Reservation, but shreds of aluminium foil enable paths through dangerous territory ....Aloha! Rico
Eslinger Avatar
May 11, 2021 at 9:39 PM
Hi Rico, so good to see you again. Your comment is appreciated and interesting. In the poem little Emmie clearing had the drive to There vs Here. It was almost painful and clearly human. Be well!
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