Bare feet are great in the summer
in the tropics
and absolutely required on the beach.
Bare feet are sweet.
when the wind blows in from the North
and the sun retreats.
Sweet retires in defeat.
Socks! Oh Socks!
What loving mother
felt her little one’s feet, chilly and blue
and in a mother’s eloquent creativity
knitted that first pair of socks?
Did they fit perfectly? who cares?
those little blue icycles into hot little toasts
Did she have a name for them?
Did other mothers notice those
hot little toasts and realize
she was on to something?
Did she become a local hero?
you are essential
to every handsome man in white tie and tails
every football hero
every physics genius
every science innovator
every Nobel winner
every member of every hockey team socker team
in every dream of every homeless man
Does it matter that you habitually stray?
chronically distancing yourself from your unwavering fans
into the conveniently numberless black holes
in laundry baskets
Not one bit.
None of your flip disappearances matter.
We are devoted.
especially when the wind comes from the North
and the sun goes away.