A Footstep (4 October '25)
In the dirt,
Red plasticine ground warps under my black sole
Disappointed by the rocks I hoped would steady me
In the sand,
Collapsing the fractal lattice of tiny salt snowflakes
That has been here longer than anyone can know
On the road,
As a horn shouts, snapping me back to life in
A city that cares for neither my face nor my name
On the rug,
One drip of tea reddens my bare shuffling foot
Sleepily, towards the one I bring the hot mug