Dear Feet, by Ed Kline

Dear Feet

April 4, 2020

Just wanted to say thanks

for all the miles lately.

Car’s been parked,

bike’s got a flat,

but we’ve put plenty

of road behind us anyways.

Without you,

I’d fall over –

but, seriously folks,

without you,

I would have missed

a billion blossoms

in light spring rain,

or that golden lab

chasing the geese in the park.

I would have missed

the chubby cheeked cackle

of that kid on his big wheel.

We go back a long way,

you and I,

and I’ve never thanked you

for all that kickball

or putting up with my

feeble attempts

with a skateboard.

I ignored all your help

during 12 hour shifts

waiting tables and

never really appreciated

your tireless tread

on weekend hikes.

But now, in these

long empty days,

when my world

could be confined to

living room, dining room,

bedroom, yard,

you have given me space,

you have given me freedom,

you have given me an open ending.

Thanks.