My footsoles feel the cooling earth,
My face the warming sun.
Not since the morning of my birth
Have I been so at one.

That moment was a watershed:
No sooner was I born
Than people sought to fill my head
With loads of corn – pure corn.

My parents told me, “Walk this way,”
My teachers, “Scale the heights.”
It’s taken me until today
To put my world to rights.

Now, standing barefoot in a wood,
I’m back in with the highest good.

Photo by Hannah Skelly on Unsplash

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