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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
impossible
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!