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A Sock's Lament
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Has anyone ever asked the soiled sock how it feels to journey? To walk a thousand miles in someone else’s shoe, bearing the taxing weight and heavy burdens of another without complaint, Marching always to the beat of someone else’s drummer, yet asking for nothing in return? Fulfilling his mission humbly, silently he takes the high road or the low road as he is bidden, bending his will, the very heel of his being to the sole of another, however unpredictable however imprudent. Feeling exhausted and soiled his only reward, does anyone ever say, Thank You? Well done, my good and faithful servant? Has anyone ever asked the soiled sock how it feels to be redeemed? To plunge gloriously into steaming ablution, soapy elixir pulsating cleaning from the inside all that is stained and tainted from without? And feeling again that hot release from past missteps, savoring renewed ecstasy in being made pristine... ...yet knowing he must soon begin his journey again? by Lorraine Sautner |
© Copyright 2003 by Lorraine Sautner
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