Paths

Take off your shoes, put on my sandals;
We're switching our paths.

Walk in the sand and I on the concrete.
Push against the grain, planting craters.
Dodge the bluebottles’ sting and the crabs’ grab.
Feel the soothing beat of each wave consuming your feet.
Grapple against the seaweeds' tangle.
Dive into the unknown.

Pause and look.


Walking on concrete, trudging through the wind.
Burdened by rain soaked clothes,
Pushing against the traffic of people.
Dodging all the fragments of glass and the used syringes.
Waiting for a green blink to tell you go.
Racing against a car as you cross.


Pause and look.


You’re in my sandals.
I’m in your shoes.
Both are dirty.
Both are worn.
Both sweat blisters.
Both have problems.

But those are my sandals and I’m used to them.
These are your shoes and I can't stand them.

These are your shoes and you are used to them.
Those are my sandals and you can’t stand them.

Take off my sandals, put on your shoes;
We're switching our paths.