i take off my water soaked sandals

and leave them by the door.

You come over and study them.

smelling the sweet springs,

and almost autumn air –

wondering where i have been and who i may be,

even so,

you can not know –

until you have walked a mile in my shoes.

highly unlikely –

who needs shoes to wander the world?

you silly humans…….even if i wore shoes,

even if i walked a mile –

it would mean no thing…

for we are each unique on our paths

besides,

i am needed at here at home.

You are the one who spent the day in the rain,

a day in the woods, walking a stream to a spring.

i am the one who can stay nice and dry and enjoy the story.