We didn’t mention it that day,
the limp, the odd drag of the left foot
its sound like an after-thought…
Second thoughts now
and too much time passed
to make a difference
She never listened anyway
and who was I to
preach or teach or cajole?
We each bear our own weight
carry with us the things
we can’t put down and
after a while they just break us
one day or the next, this fragile vessel
cracks or tips or teeters off the edge
breaks into a thousand pieces
Our destiny is all of that, right there,
following us around with an odd echo drag
few of us ever, ever mention.
Image: Feet, Vincent van Gogh. Poem ©2019, Jen Payne. National Poetry Month #7 and NaPoWriMo poem. #NaPoWriMo. For more poetry by Jen Payne, purchase a copy of Evidence of Flossing: What We Leave Behind! BUY THE BOOK TODAY!
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