My Mind, My Feet

My mind, my feet

My feet, my mind

And this street

Is me, both a passage and a dialogue

I am a thousand

And another thousand

And another thousand

Feet and minds

That stand this line

That have crossed this street before me

Thousands and thousands of feet,

This crowd of hermits

Laying a great distance before and behind them

Everywhere at once in this world.

Three thousand miles from the place

I once called

Home.

I cancelled the call.

No one was there.

They said I left with no forwarding number.

I know no home, I own no home. I owe no home

Anything.

I owe everything to my feet

And everything my feet

Touch

Is me!

I call wherever my feet go, home.