Francis Snyder Poet Free verse

The Man of Many Feet

THE MAN OF MANY FEET

There came a day that I looked down at my feet
And I could see that each one was in a different stream.
How could that be?
And the more I looked,
I could see that I had many feet 
In many streams…
How could that be?

I started to climb up the legs
That were attached to these feet 
That formed a great hill
I started to climb.
Sometimes a hand would grab me
And pull me down
Sometimes there were many hands
That grabbed
And pulled me down
Feet would trip me
Arms would entangle me
Bodies would engulf me
Twisting and turning to stop me.

Finally I got to the top

I stood up and took a deep breath
I looked down
I could see all the bodies
And all the dreams
And all the lives
And all the lies
And all the virtue
And all the deceit
I could see all around me
Everywhere

I felt loneliness
I felt the sadness
I felt the hurt
And I felt the loss

It was all me!

My eyes and my heart were opened
Off in the distance I could see the
Youngest of me sitting silently
He waited so long
And was so deserving
And so innocent,
I welcomed him home.

The skies grew brighter.

Below me I could see 
That all the legs
Still went to all the feet
That were still in all the streams.

But now, I could see the streams were coalescing together
Into a mighty river

And that big beautiful river
Flowed into a deep blue,
Beautiful sea

Full of light and Life

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