Tread lightly

walk in softness

Photographs whilst walking

become source of reflection

inspiration and care on

days when I can’t walk.

Thread lightly

memories only a few days old

This feather nestled in

the surrounds of the park

a moment of grace

saying ‘stop and be with me’

Today my heels are in a  sorry state,

covered in antiseptic cream

band aids and slippers

and  still I can hardly tread

on ground.

So this what the little mermaid

meant when she said

‘I walk in pain.’

I must be content with scrolling

through the beauty  of my last walk in

nature

just down the street.

Move lightly

swim in softness

So near and yet so far.

This soft feather a solace.

Move lightly

become softness.

And mystery is a feather

discovering its poetry.

 

(c) June Perkins