Foot Finding

A Poem

By jec young

 

I look for the bones of my grandfather with the soles of my feet. I do it by walking barefoot amongst the trees and sundry waiting to feel him there. My father taught me to use the ridges and arches in my skin to rub on the ground and see what is under it.

 

He never found his father, but he did find some of the sundry I walk through now.