My feet took me across Halsted St. to
the creek in the forest preserve when
I was just a kid and I went home with
the creek as my feet.

My feet took me across the state line
to the Indiana Dunes when I was a teen
and I went home with the Big Lake as
my feet.

My feet took me to Kentucky and the
farm ponds and creeks, rivers and
lakes when I was a young adult and I
went home with ponds,

creeks, rivers and lakes as my feet.
Now my feet take me once more to the
Big Lake and rivers along the way and
I discovered I was home with feet

as creeks, ponds, rivers, lakes and the
Big Lake. My feet are swift, rippling,
still, moving, moving, moving out to the
sea where I was born and where I belong
— still.