Straight and Narrow

Feet going one in front of the other, watching as the pass in a straight line
one continuous line. Then another pair come into the line of view. Words
are coming out of the owners shoes. No threat. Calm tone. Who could
this mystery voice belong to. The shoes begin to stray as his eyes move to see
her skirt flowing in the wind. He trips over himself as he goes to follow the show owner.

Her path isn't straight. Her feet wonder ever which way so so please.
Sometimes she tip toes, others a dance, some times she even rocks on her heels.
He stays flat footed. Planted while zigs and zags off his path. He watches her.
Longing for her feet to match his path. They over lap and moments but he's
memorize but her feet going where she so pleases. She moves with the breeze.

Moving a new

breeze in the air.

Kicking harder to be higher.

No one to touch.

The birds fly by

doing as they please.

Clearing a mind of trouble

releasing to the Lord

praying for peace.

For now fly in a new world.