two feet

~ in a time of wandering skies, i listen to the eyes and remember to    
stand on two feet.    
  
with hands dangling (for charm)    
the soft silhouette,    
reaching for the next,    
what was meant.    
  
my mind could only clash
the brushing of wet grass
as fallen rain crashed
clouds continue to pass
i remember,
my feet  
 
remember  
to stand    
on    
two feet    
  
stand    
on    
two    
feet.    
  
and  any way I was impressed    
by the growth of the woods,    
the quiet coveted ways    
you learned to navigate the world    
so softly