THE SOULS OF SOLES

From where I sit, across the huge window panes

Sipping a cool tall glass of lemonade 

My vision blocked by the white shades

 Drawn almost all the way down the panes. 

 

I can see only feet, scores of them

 Quick or slow, measuring space 

Half done or undone as you see them

Their personalities, I mean .

 

They pace up or down the walkway

With only the panes setting us apart

Some hurried, others ambling ..

Aimless ..at a loss for a goal. 

 

 Some bear down with a purpose,

Almost in a race.

A rare handful, pictures of poise and grace,

Ever mindful - never out of step.

 

Slob or smart, 

Eager or placid 

While some are 

Downright undecided…

 

Amusing isn’t it ? How life is 

Reflected …as if entire souls are

Expressed in the profound impression

Of unimpressive soles !!

 

It's a masquerade as it were 

They tell it all, comprehensive, direct, as it is…

Dead, tired, angry, hungry or despairing.

Amazing how soles reflect souls!! 

 

I sit and wait for 

My “other half”, 

To emerge from the shades

As I sip the last dregs of my lemonade!!