Sandee Lyles
Reconnected
(first published in miller's pond Volume 12, Issue 2 Spring 2009)
When I was a young girl
shoes were blasphemy
my toes had to wiggle and breathe
free and strong like my will
My black soles calloused
could walk through glass
I no longer stroll to the mailbox
without at least fuzzy slippers
The fire ants and bees laugh
The squirrels think me just
another nut but my tender feet
understand my heart much better now