Finding himself in the world

It’s only natural to learn to walk,

Conjure solids out of empty space,

Mold toes from pith,

Pucker the strain and stretch of skin

Into the first efforts of movement.

Delicious uprootings from the pull of earth,

Those thoughtful footsteps into a beyond

Born of dreams long nurtured

In the rich till of loam.

Where to in the wide wonder,

What clean streets of imagination

Await the footprint 

Of each steady tread?

 

 

Poem by Richard Druitt