Footloose

These days my feet are wobbly and wonky

They stir within my shoes tickling me to be tall and spunky

I plan to sit below the tree away from the dins and bustle

But those feet jump and dance clip clop, clip clop, shush and shuffle

I keep urging them to calm down and remain on Earth

They rebel, refute and argue that this is of no worth

Even the spider web network of the varicose vein

Fail to keep those feet under a steady rein

To imagine them dance across the highway and the field

 Defying all queries if they belong to a woman or child or a mind that's healed

O feet, you have conspired and joined hands with that untimely rainy season

You nudge me saying there’s always a fourth dimension, as you break your own prison

Whip and whoosh, you plan to take me to the Centre of the Sun

I agree as you promise that there will be flowers and spinning fun

The rhythmic beat of life, now, is footloose and fancy free

The fireflies within my fist are glowing brighter and more stubbornly