They’ll Meet Again

Just as I went to open the door

A shoelace untied itself, tickling the floor.

My foot is slipped now from its vessel,

So I bend and attempt the reunion

Of my whole shoe and it’s disconnected brethren;

For it cannot bear this vagrant,

As does a Creationist, for it is Darwinist.

The shoes look like twins driven apart.

One’s a fixture, the other founders;

Each won’t work without the other.

So my crouching self begins to repair

The damage caused, this footwear rift;

My weight over the whole one I did shift.

Foot in place, laces tied

The pair look and feel complete.

I gingerly rise to my feet

Open the door and step outside.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Mash

In The Garden

The Energy