Placed aged feet in
Old puddles muddy
Used so many years
Around my soles putty
Soft-cushioned fears
Thick and thin
Each toe found home
In that viscous mess
Seeping through
'tween cracks confess
Your sins not new
Make fertile loam
Walked a million mile
Through discharged
Rage and love and fear
Blame mischarged
To other shoes held dear
And forgave you all your trek's beguile
For I've been with you all the while. . . .
--e.a. Clausen