Psalms 8
"You made him ruler over the works of your hands; you put everything under his feet..."
Classic espresso shoes with a light
crunchy layer of snow, and a salt line
fading into the backs of my jeans,
more than fifty degrees below
the temperature of freezing, and i feel
this cold creation seep into me
through the pores of my school shoes.
But i exercise control, the multicolored
welcome mat and the monotone shovel
help me stomp and swipe; clean, clear
and dry and enter my humanity.
When i exit again, i will try
to retrace the footprints of others
or steps i've already made
through the flattened white landscape,
For when inconvenient created life clings
to pant legs, arm hairs, sweats or shoes,
i brush it down and stomp it under my feet.
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