My word for 2018:
My Choice

Sunday, December 20, 2015

I want to live barefoot

I want to live barefoot.

I don’t want to bother with
shoes and socks
or woolly hats that
tickle and flatten my hair.

No more heavy parkas and
leg warmers,
or gloves that make it
to handle a camera.

I am sick of heavy grey skies
that leak constantly,
and barely 6 hours of daylight.

That hot water bottle
that keeps me warm at night,
- it has to go!

I want to sleep under a canopy
of palm leaves
and walk barefoot on a
secluded beach
wearing only a sarong.
I want my body to be
kissed by the sun
while I sip Piña Coladas
and wade through turquoise water.

(The poem that became a verbal vision board)

1 comment:

hei lil said...

YES, Oh, how I want to live barefoot!