Where the gods sleep...

“god-feet”


They take you for a walk, sometimes pretty walks,
Other times ugly walks,
Walks in the clouds,
Or a wade in hell; steps we know well.

We walk through other minds,
At least we imagine we are in other’s thoughts,
Others walk, as our mind wonders,
We even tip-toe; things we do not choose to show.

They take you in metaphor as Yeats endures,
To the heavens stitched to a dream,
A walk with feet.
We dream in our walks; some sleep-walk.