toes!… what are they actually good for!?
counting stuff when we run out of fingers
turning the bath taps on, adding warmth, when too lazy to stir from our wallow slumbers
oh they are just so blooming far away!…. i in my lofty eyrie… but hey, thats just the megalomania of head thunk
close the eyes, shut those peepers, allow consciousness to sediment settle
move one toe at a time, feel the involuntary flinch, a spasm elsewhere in the body… else the grip and relentless puppeteering of the jaw
feet are so connected
ode to toes, odour of toes!
what i really like about them is the reminder that once we were different, that upended we clung to branches, cheerful reversal
that we peeled fruit, picked nits and our noses with them… the monkey that forgot to dangle
yes, a reminder that we were different, but also that we need not, indeed will not, always be the same… toes, time and tide keep turning
reflexology… i haven’t received any in years! the hands off of covid
a golden age, when i could guarantee that at least one friend a year was training in either massage or reflexology… miss dat
wriggle them toes. riddle them toes.
clay, the squidge between, on the self build an earthship course
… more incoherent muttering…
this little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed at home, this little piggy had veggie sausages….
feet wings! a little bit odlaw, a lot Roald Dali! x