the current will find you - muddy feet - poem

I wander around with muddy feet

remembering how my youngest would refuse
to immerse immediately in water, instead painting
his skin with earth as he steadied himself on shore,
making himself into an island, solid and ready,
before stepping into the flow

I wander around with muddy feet

brushing against the textures of moss and bark,
grass and blooms, feathers and leaves and roots,
weaving a crown made of petals and dancing light,
wrapping myself in sage, in lavender, in the warm
echoes of those who have walked the paths before 

I wander around with muddy feet,
and then. 

For more info - The Current Will Find You - Intro ♡