Four Feet Tread

Four feet tread in Eastville Park,

trying to find a rhythm, a synergy,

something’s just happened,

life has done what it does every so often,

it’s hacked at the knees,

and silence is uncomfortable, but required…

Words from a wise friend sooth like shea butter or aloe vera,

starting the healing process,

but it takes care and attention,

like a mother in tune with her infant child,

it takes a heart alert with restraint,

and eyes that glance at fidgety fingers,

and a sixth sense that says ‘wait’…

But the fool (and we’ve all been the fool),

already knows the answer,

“everything happens for a reason”

And an already cast down friend is cast a little lower,

and in the heat of desperation, we all need a reason,

we’re all looking for one.