When I shine my walking boots

When I shine my walking boots
everything is underway

I remember the dusty sand trail that I didn’t walk
for long, but they were so present,
like the big rocks lining the path
leading to the limestone hill
One proved enough, a rock the size of a tree trunk,
to sit me down.

My boots are older now,
they stand together on the rack
When I shine them for another mile
they remember me, and crack a smile

When I shine my walking boots was originally published on Meandering home

Published by

Kamiel Choi

Dutch philosopher and poet, sometimes sharing thoughts on the internet.

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