Time To Move On Poem by Chirikure Chirikure

Sitting in the white wintry sun
Watching birds winging in total peace
The mind switches to one's bare feet:
Two feet
Lucky to still have them both
Ten toes
Blessed to still have them all.

Who made that stupendous blunder?
The feet, straying in the wrong area?
The mouth, blurting the wrong party slogan?

Wrong area?
Who decides that?
Party slogan?
Who designs that?

Two feet
For perfect mobility
Ten toes
For total balance

Time to move on
Where the feet's heart desires.