Barefoot

Originally written August 5, 2020.

I’ve felt the warmth of hot pavers beneath my feet
And the refreshing cold tickle my toes
As I dipped them in to test the water. 
I’ve felt soft dirt and grass scratch against my heels while racing 
Laughing all the way to the finish line. 
I’ve felt powdery sand between my toes
And salty waves gently wash them clean
As I searched for shells. 
I’ve felt the cold ground beneath my soles
On autumn mornings while watching the world wake
Tucking them underneath me to keep them warm. 

But there’s nothing like dancing barefoot. 
No tying of pointe shoes,
Hair sprayed buns,
Costumes dripping glitter,
Or smiles for the audience. 

It’s spontaneous. 
It’s hair-flying, can’t stop spinning freedom.
It’s jean shorts and a t-shirt,
A makeup-less face, bare feet,
And soul bared for all the world to see.

It’s an end of a movie, catchy song,
Giggle-filled dance with kids. 
It’s your favorite song coming on while working,
Dancing around the house and kitchen. 

And it’s that moment when time stand stills
And you’re so overwhelmed with joy
That you dance to the song 
Only your soul can hear
And your bare feet give you wings to fly 🦋