My mind lusts for wandering,
for drifting off the paved highway
that leads directly to my point
in favor of the brush-clogged path and trail
where one can enjoy the trees
without guilty recognition of the forest.
I was thinking the other day about that song...
"Dem Bones, Dem Bones, Dem Dry Bones".
Tells us that the "foot bones connected to the leg bone,"
A premise I cannot dispute.
In my case though, it's connected
to a great many other things as well.
Toes, pinkies this little pig went to market,
foot fetishists.
Foot fetishists to Achilles heel to
Classical civilizations to Greek mythology
And the oath of the river Styx
To the infamous rock band.
"I'm sailing away."
Leading back to water yet again.
In common?
Isn't it obvious?
Fingers and toes, ancient mythology,
Those well loved hair bands.
And you thought I'd forgotten my point!