Sonnet to a Shoelace

 

The education of an earthling as
A young pedestrian: history spoke
Its first footprint with leather tongue, and eyes
Of glinting grommet’s brass fulfilled the look.

A second stepping slings our walking fall
In gnarly thongs – the ties that bind us down
To earth and help us keep our heads in thrall
Until the golden aglets fray to bone…

Sequential steps, my own, would cross this path
With fumbling fingers. The child comprehends
The prehistoric soul. Each takes a breath.
Each tries to learn the laces, knot for knot.
Each shares one end in two – by pounding feet
Against the ground until the sole ascends.

Comments

  1. You’re the best.

  2. Nice poem.

  3. SEP,

    No! YOU’RE the best!

    Churchill:

    All forgiven, then?

    JOB

  4. Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says

    What a treat to take the edge off a Monday. Thank you, JOB.

  5. Jonathan Webb says

    I just logged on and discovered this treasure. Thanks so much.

  6. Lovely. Thank you. The last line–especially good.

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